On the Blocks

Moving from
a state of stasis
is pressure on
heart and limb
on mind and
arm, on breath
and living.

I am straining
at the blocks sweating
to run a course I
do not recognise -
there
are no markers here
and the track
is clear for running

if only I could
clear the dream and
get my feet
working.
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