run

the disembodiment of speed
the raw hallucination,
electric dazzle, conscious dream
a sweaty excavation
in pure awareness, liquid stream

it’s now, it’s time to run

run –

run like the rain,
distill through vapor,
charge through mud,
just dart ahead –
ignore the thud,
swallow the thunder,
turn into fire
the dirt you thread,
because if it’s only born for plunder,
then it is already dead.

run –
and when you learn to run indeed
with your own body at your feet
there’s nothing more to ask
than speed.

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