Running in Place
Written without contraction
With the whole heart
Abstraction as reaction
Such is the art
Of a misfit motley man
Groping for grace
Growing as fast as one can
Running in place
Trying to outrun the past
And that one face
Of both love and hate at last
Running out of time and space
Contradiction
Embracing absurdity
With conviction
By action of redaction
Undistracted I would be
If only in refraction
A poet as poetry
+Steven Curtis Lance
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