The Anger of the Gods - Magritte
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no one wins in the snapshot
all those tense muscles
that petrify in situ
efforts to move -
ineffectual
where is the finish line?
and what's the point?
this journey is featureless
the mode of transport stifling
so I try and outrun it
blood rushes through my veins
momentarily
yet here I am - still -
no before or after
just the intolerable moment
of going nowhere
realisation that even if I made headway
I'd be met at the end
put back in my alloted space
this is my frame, after all
don't mistake my determination
for someone who has a chance -
I'm going nowhere
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2025
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