Tuesday, February 3, 2009

He was always. . .

living one moment ahead of the moment that was about to happen.
This manifested itself in sore calves, darting eyes, fluttering palms, and all the other small tensions of the body that do not benefit.  
Sometimes he stopped altogether, but this benefited him even less.
Like a stone, sometimes he sank.
Like a stone, sometimes he flew.
And sometimes, and these were the rarest times, he felt completely at peace.

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