My stillness, serenity
Edges forward, toward
A touch, a word, a breath.
A sphere in motion,
Without resistance,
Helpless, rolling, drawn.
I am a ball now,
No walls can hold me
Or control me.
It is a question of speed
And resistance.
The feeling that pulls me
Over the threshold
Where I was at rest.
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