Steps
Up or down, it’s all the same.
How the knee or hip strains under the planet’s
surge. Opposite, and unequally felt.
One knows pain, the other does not.
Forever spinning, we remain still,
moving in place. Wanting.
As the heart pumps,
stronger for its labor,
accustomed to the effort.
O at the Edges 
Your words here are few, but they carry out all their duties proficiently, under the obligatory gravity…
“As the heart pumps,
stronger for its labor,
accustomed to the effort.”
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I’m just glad the heart keeps pumping, Ivor!
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So am I Robert, keep punching my friend.
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You too, Ivor. You too!
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Your opening is powerful
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Thank you, Beth. I’m not sure where it came from, but it appeared. 🙂
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Fascinating how lines take on new resonance depending on what’s surrounding when they’re read … these written from a totally other stimulus now reflecting the current stay-at-home imperative:
Forever spinning, we remain still,
moving in place. Wanting.
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I’ve encountered that a lot lately. It is indeed fascinating.
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