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Monday, February 21, 2011

One Hundred and Eighty-five

We move before the motion begins,
silent signals sent and received
trigger acknowledgement of impending aggression,
our paths though predetermined
nevertheless are always different.

At the the tipping point of our interaction
when we've come together our movements coincident,
in frictionless agreement
we rush headlong to the logical conclusion of our encounter.

With correct feeling there's no need to control
congruence is coalescing,
our motions in sync conflict converted to cooperation.

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