I never sit long.

Sprinting, I try to outrun myself. I try to outrun You.
Climbing, crossing, ducking, cursing my path through tangled webs I hide-
If I don’t stop, I can’t see where I am.

With speed of flight my lines are blurred, my soul thin.

A flash.

Burning recognition blinds me and I fall.
Reeling, tripping.
Bloodied knees hit the ground where I’ve run out of road.

I have to stop.

Knotted and tied beyond value, my only hope is to remove the footholds I held.


I’m laid bare,
And I’m no longer running,