My legs will take me through;
never mind shrubs and jagged pavement,
my legs will take me through.
Precipitation looms – my heart striking
like a pellet in a pinball machine – and
it pours. Sprouting from the sky, my
little termites splash into the soil.
My legs will take me through.
I can and I have and I will,
my pulse insists; living puddles
splatter beneath my feet, my
insuppressible stride.
Inadequacy spoke and I replied:
My legs will take me through.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
My legs will take me through;
never mind shrubs and jagged pavement,
my legs will take me through.
Precipitation looms – my heart striking
like a pellet in a pinball machine – and
it pours. Sprouting from the sky, my
little termites splash into the soil.
My legs will take me through.
I can and I have and I will,
my pulse insists; living puddles
splatter beneath my feet, my
insuppressible stride.
Inadequacy spoke and I replied:
My legs will take me through.
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