minds just race.
running off on their own on a quiet false start.
only to realize the ballistics they've just put their bodies through.
but how can we prevent. protect. procure.
how can we keep ourselves from lurching forward toward our finish line
before the sure sound of fire.
how painstaking, the moments before the start.
those moments, and each one feeling like minutes
stand one on top of the other, bumping borders rudely.
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