Stop-Motion
Thu, 16 Apr 2009 at 02:13am
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We live in a strange land of
Stop-motion.
Fractured images of sporadic
Locomotion.
Strings pull on us in between each
Frame,
Tugging our limbs toward lasting
Shame.
We take silly comfort in our
Intent,
But our hands give us cause to
Repent.
We shout at the strings with no
Slack.
This is what they whisper
Back:
Hesitant static.
Freeze-frame derision.
Stuttered steps.
False-pause attrition.
Under the shadow of erratic
Commotion,
We make our splintered way in
Stop-motion.
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