Twenty-five sticks beat one at a time
It’s not the pain; it’s to survive
Body and soul become one stone
Anger is the saving throw
That one alone beat twenty-five
As all lay dead, all inside sinks
Ripples of conscience scald the skin
Therapy’s where the mind’s thrown in
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It, that immobile beast
Moves just an inch when all might’s used
Retracts a mile when you let go
Flings into the night
Moves fast under the spotlight
Caught only in a photograph
Blurred unless followed
/ER
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