Upon a velvet invitation to go deeper into the silence of a silent prayer in church I became a seasoned sprinter, exploding with a fury into to the unforgiving matrix of distance over time.
I became a pusher for a bobsleigh, churning madly for speed enough to jump into the missile and hurl me down the icy slope
I became the lost one who died upon the curve and floated in the black feeling terror in my error
I became the found one with solid chair beneath me tooling with a quiet calmness into the void of Peace
The Bard of Appanoose
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