This is a short poem about the experience of running.
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One leg flying outwards in front and one leg in the air trailing behind but in motion with each leg repeating the task as the other lapses half a cycle behind. In constant motion.
Impact followed by free flight. Liberating, breathing deeply, flowing like a zephyr, meeting other souls in flight; its amazing this feeling. How fast am I going?
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 