By Michael Aaron Gallagher
The motion of your metal frame
Your ice is rigid and confined.
The space of your intellect
Your wisdom stands the test of time.
The freedom of your body’s soul
Your air is hotly presidential.
The myth in your belief
Your thoughts are residential.
Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Worn-Out Cinema.” Copyright © 2000.
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