APPLY THE TORQUE
Adhere noiselessly to the baseball bat -
make neither a noise nor a feature alone.
See the wind move the swings amidst their
steel and moorings. All contrary attestations
notwithstanding, these are the ways we go.
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And have you been around? Hawking yet
your five-dollar pizza and a pan of beer?
These are all things you make yourself do,
and I'd recognize you anywhere. I can still
remember, when I was a young man, growing,
outside my rear-wall window I would see
the pheasants and the grouse - until the
oncoming local train flushed them out.
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Now all that is gone, though the trains they
still pass - carbon and concrete and wire and
steel instead. I apply the torque and force both
myself and my old-linear world to stay in place.
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