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May 2015
Slides back and forth
pendulum it penduls and lums around
I find myself between two letters in a word.
My head is heavy and swinging
while my heart keeps pushing,
and my hands never stop moving

Between two points, 8-4,
9-5, 10-6 we plot ourselves X, Y, X, Y
the co-ordinates of a majority of our lives.
How many times have those numbers meant more than people?

If,
that word is a lot heavier than you'd think,
that word is a longer journey than you'd think.
Where did it take you?

Now,
We are young. It's time to move. No meant for this or meant for
that. You are what you decide to do. You are defined by your risks,
X, Y, X, Y
What is the limit of the equation?
Don't let your life pendul you.
There is no limit.
On thinking about quitting my job.
Alastur Berit
Written by
Alastur Berit  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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