Hold me back.
Don't let me run.
I have no legs. So,
Once I begin to roll,
You won't be able to Slow
My motion.
Cup me in your hands.
So I never have to learn
What it means to fall
Through resistance
Until I find earth or
Hard surface.
Soak me in fabric.
Let me merge with
Every fiber.
It's here I'll find warmth.
Hugged by strands
Manufactured to absorb twice
Its weight.
Out there exposed.
I fade away.
But the memory of me lives
In each streaked path down
Rolling hill, crevice, or valley
Of expression.
Path peppered with
Salt pillars of Sodom
For looking back when
I should have been
Moving on and on.
And on.
I move to a different song.
And it's not clear if
You're ever ready to sing for me.
So if you can't let me dance.
Or let me go. Never let
Me show.
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