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January 13, 2006


I've heard this all before and it happened backwards, or should I say, but it occurred in reverse, then began again—it runs backwards then starts again—it turns over itself then leap frogs again—it takes one step back then two forward—it jumps back and leaps ahead—it skips over only to take off one more time—it skims over the surface, then in hindsight looks to the silt, the bracken water—it speeds by then screeches to a halt, pops it in reverse while facing down a steep hill and punches the clutch and steps on the gas, goes back a few houses, goes back a few blocks, stops, rolls forward again—in neutral—it leaps off the cliff to find itself stepping up to the crumbling edge—in stillness inertia creeps upon it, pushes it over, pulls it back up, pushes it over—again—touched to forget the sensation, then remembered, later—it came away slowly to come back quickly.