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It cannot be contained, a moment of blaze that stirs the heart

a race that takes the soul higher, above surface beneath feet

                                                  speed that enraptures, a gulf swallowed by cheers and shout

seatless body dancing a pace unpredictable, explosive joy directs all

rest comes, only after last breath.


Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, June 21, 2016

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