Friday, April 2, 2010

Final velocity.

the room echoes staccato
heels clack to the floor with
the urgency of mitigation
against her breasts

if the walls released and crumbled
oxygen could rush forth
and the detectable vacuum
would vibrate her mind loose
of the agonizing pause

it’s just a moment of time
and acceleration by definition
is neither fast nor slow
but fragments
within the continuum

the room echoes staccato
and she opens the door

Vf=Vo+a(t)

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