Race

Introduction

Lamarr Little

 

Bodies crumble
Folding into fists.
Each limb independent in theory
But dependent in practice.
Each second that passes
I walk several
Miles within.
With untied laces
I take off
Running out of time.
Limbs stretch
Reaching into my mind
I keep my back straight.
Each vertebrae in my spine
Are fragments of a distant past.

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