sometimes your blood rings in your own years

 hard and loud enough

 for long enough

 that your feet move in indignation 

under the iron rings sedating them

 for so long -- for so long

 that you hardly recognize them

 for so long that everything else 

seems to break away, 

dragged forward into action now

 and if not now not ever, 

and it's like that forever.

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