The ready feet to jump,
The aching heart to pump,
The day as a hump,
calls the meteor to scratch skin and peel.
The moments that cannot heal find a gap to rest,
Yes, the facts were taken abreast,
As I went to take a test,
Hue and screams jolted the moment
to gather the moment in total stride with no lament.
The gushing line running after time,
Submerged in the myth of mime,
The chosen path was my sign
that lingers and plots time with time.
Taken out of mime-myth-
The ever-ready feet is ready to jump
and heart readily pumps,
The day now is not hump but a
lump insoluble, divisible just to make us numb.
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