Spasms gripping my shins and shaking my shoulders
like a very large tortoise that can't lose the race.
Pebbles vibrate in my shoes and lick the bottoms of my feet
into an uncomfortable slumber of slow-motion dreaming.
Repetitive motion comes to a nauseating halt
when my eyeballs stop spinning in the sockets of my heart.
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