Motion

A Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle

Hang gliders

hang, suspended yet glide

traverse measurable distance

neither better or worse

greater or less

only motion

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Added on November 13, 2013
Last Updated on November 13, 2013

“Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.” more..

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