by Senna Jawa
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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there's a sense of continual movement running throughout this, of rolling, momentum ... like the earth's diurnal round and life, it keeps right on moving and we either take the gamble and roll with it or fall off
i do, however, feel there are the odd filler-words that could happily be pared without losing the effect you've created. and it's a shame Lit messed up your formatting - was it just the double-line spacing or other issues as well?