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a poem I wrote recently
His feet float against the ground as the wheels absent-mindedly glide into the puddle, wetting the turquoise crown of the bike, which is his favorite possession shipped across the continent for him by his father; he does not notice this because a stranger’s figure across the street captures him; the way the voice rises when it should fall, the legs excitedly stumble after each other, the stranger’s eyes angle back and forth between the silhouettes of the frigid passerby and then aim at his face, asking of that time when he received the bike, and also stared at strangers with that unnerving, necessary lack of distance, which we might call the flies that nag the horse or maybe that is too negative and one would rather say the plea that stalls the executioner, asking again now for that gaze, three years ago, a youth with his name gliding in the New England rain along the banks of the Charles, whose soil now contain most of his life’s tears mixed in below ground with the sweat of runners and whose stones were the altars for all his earthly unions– but this is not for tonight, because tonight he is biking alone to some far-off frontier, where the faces he is joined with will either surround him like flies sucking meat off the carcass of a man sitting motionless on the frame or they will induce the hallucination of an imaginary and familiar ally riding beyond him, shielding his frame from the wind, providing the only direction into this inhuman night; the draw depending on the time of day and how he feels about whether the world is to be made or stands heavy and complete behind him.

oh im so stupid i just realized this is probably the 1 sentence poem we talked about! feels dfw-y so i think you accomplished it!
will post some essays soon, but wanted to share!