A Photon On The Move Poem by Artchil Daug

A Photon On The Move

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The doorknob felt the knock
that came with the pounding
of a thousand foot soldiers
who are to arrest a man
for stealing a watch from
a diamond store in the corner
of his heart:

Forgiveness, there is no forgiveness!
Trust not!
He who never fell in the ripples of space!
The eyes that were blind now see what the soul cannot!

The doorknob felt the firm grip
that opened another path towards the liquor store outside
where a pie awaits,
where the inquisition lies.

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