Motion Words

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He escapes

Into waves,

Barrels that narrow

His sights

Center his focus

His hope is

To find something 

In that air

That fills his lungs

Just one perfect 

Moment

Fresh, clean things

I just can’t reach 

From the bottom 

Of this ocean

So I sift through sand

And time

Going 

Through the motions


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