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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Motion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My body’s always in motion<br>running through unseen routines<br>forcing air, chest rising and falling, <br>heart-blood coursing <br>through a million small chambers<br>to glow red again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Even at rest<br>my chest rises to cold air <br>and drinks it in, clean and clear, <br>and with heady ambition, <br>I run, <br>my aging legs pounding<br>this treadmill<br>to nowhere.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I know this <br>is a temporary condition.<br>Soon enough<br>my blood will congeal and<br>pool into still, cool wells.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No more will I wake<br>though bright morning itself<br>should shake my shoulder<br>and with swelling song<br>bid me rise, <br>for I am not made<br>for eternity’s day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Death waits <br>and will not<br>be turned away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a></strong></div>

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