lines can haunt you

2006-05-01

into the sun

Body taut, ever after the action; legs, the ham-bits, tighter than violin strings from the strain of the sprints, the spirit always urging 'yes, you can' to the meat and its lactic acid protests. There are joints that grumble and concern us, but for the now, we are free and resting, the aches of tomorrow are but echoes we can't yet hear. Our feet are dirty, grease-stained from grass and earth, but our souls - they are clean. Mortal is our shape but we embody so much more. There is some pureness yet in this world, and amazingly, I find, it can be uncovered in the dogged pursuit of a naked white disc floating effortless above; it will never escape.

At the end, my head is empty, but for this thought only: promise me I will come back new.


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