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             In This A Continuous Series

Walking
we are falling
when we are walking
we are falling every step
onto step we fall to our heels.


Arms
and legs tossing
when we are flailing
while falling or while falling
when we are walking, arms and legs


flail
at sides, side to
side in the balance
between off-balance and
balance, between each push and lift


each
leap and drop, each
fall and fall-breaking
landing, landing’s uncertainty
and those certain jolts we know


we
are feeling at
heels to neck, stretching 
high upon these the invisible beams
across vast continuums in this a continuous


series
of steps every
step after, every
jolt we feel we're feeling
mostly in our dreams.  Faces


appear
to side, side to
side, to rise, rising
and nodding as passersby
pass us by, bye-bye, by inches of


glimpses
reaching through us
through eyes to heels to
dreams’ recoveries, their faces
shaken in mid-step by our steps and


theirs
their faces
in dreams remaining
absorbed in and shock-absorbing
those jolts we feel when falling by walking.


                                                                                                                                       --- Chris Custer