How shall you move
with your legs encased
in what ghoulish light
breaks the peace?
I can sense a limit
closing in, imposing itself,
distributing itself in equal parts
through the space a body occupies.
This limit is ungovernable,
yet seeks to govern, unquenchable,
yet seeks to quench.
Overrun it we must
with our own ungovernable spirit,
our own unquenchable drive.
-r. miller
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