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| Title | Exercise 0: Plummeting for Suspension |
| Content | In my worries I am plummeting down steps,
industrial, medieval, breezy welcome
stairs like little landings where a foot could catch.
But ones that I barely hold on to
because each moment would feel too heavy, instead
mechanical, turbulent, winding respite
feet like metal teeth moved by each landing.
The motions dissipate my anxiety and I become
a gear that merely traces its teeth into the edges it catches
despite moving down, I’m suspended
tireless, forgotten, white noise
unlike a cog
I am running out of stairs for my feet. |
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