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on the move
in over our heads, out of our comfort zone, on the move over an unforgiving landscape, under a forbidding sky; by the skin of our teeth, between paradise and perdition, off we go of our own free will, against all common sense; up to no good, down and out, to be, or not to be, from sense to sensibility, around and around we go from one extreme to the other; to sleep, perchance to dream, down under the covers up under our chins; against the grain of the long see-saw, off we go between rocks and hard places, by hook, or by crook, under the influence, over countless objections, on the move, out we slip and slide into the void.
—D. W. McMillen 24 April 2008 |