The Man With Sudden Air

Fountain. Frozen. Freed from the shadows forecasted by the lost and found.
Walk on the stones, the skins, cracks and the in-betweens.
The body of the ground. The earth turning.
Being walked on.
Spiritual. Life alive.
Sudden burst of vibrations.
Slows down. Slowed.
Along with movements against –
The core. To pull it closer.
If only. To be able to be melted and combined.
To hide the head and handstand with many legs half open half retreated.
Between indecisive hearts. Reach for the two.
Not zero. Not one. Not ten, but two.
Always stretching. Always shutting. Always stuttering.
The heart carries words yet the words do not move heart.
Do not move. To be moved. Moving –
This dry air does not want to send very far.
Doesn't move. Still moving. Motionless –
You're already with the air.

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