let's talk about thinking
let's think without linking hands
stand over there so i can see the space
face the race and trace the tracks
rack up the balls and cue up
there's a suggestion in this
there are no decisions bigger than schisms in my backpocket
i have locked up your memories
thanks for giving
the living you've been doing is yes
i've got nothing to bet on in this race
lacing up shoes with borrowed blues
everything is too much for this
let us sigh deeply
there are others' worries in these creases
i cannot run the race yet
i have left my shoes under your bed
instead of in the trunk
tomorrow i will walk and walk
rarely will i run
i will sun my footsteps
there will be great leaps
trees and leaves and fingers in the air
count them all and see what you get
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