slowly, so very slowly
the weight, so light
pulls it down, all the way
the speed, this high speed
faster, so much faster
drags it forward, way beyond
this skin, this all covering layer
holds this shape, firm and solid
like the grip, the hold of a hand
the heat, this scorching fire
it burns, it eats, it devours all
endless need for matter, oxygen
inside, outside, everywhere
this force, this black background
the supplier, the inexhaustive source
concentrate, feel it inside, let it fuel you
"power within" © 2014 Rob Knetsch
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