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| painting by Andrew Wyeth |
A god, a thing of marble and stone,
wants to raise leg and thigh over the seat
of the monster machine with its eye
like a moon piercing the night.
But he fears flesh, terror, a rush of
blood to brain and fever to brow.
Which immortal seeks to become a man
even for just a moment of speed,
high feelings, a chase on a thing of metal
and steel? When he can stand
forever stonelike and invincible,
standing tall over the land?
- Gerry @ Strummed Words
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