IT IS LIKE
Standing on
A carousel going
Backwards,
Moving sometimes
Fast, sometimes
Slow, but never
Stopping so I
Can step off.
When I move, I
Move faster,
Hoping momentum will
Keep me from falling,
Backward, sideways.
This instability,
This imbalance
Shrinks the world
To the next step,
Then the next:
I refuse to
Fall.
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