Running, bounding, so far away

Under sunset haze so orangey thick leaking

Nectar purple so deep

Not once thinking of the consequences of

Inviting such soulful freedom

Never before been felt. I

Gave and I gave and I gave.

 

Grating haggard pulse I think I can—

not stop the momentum of my

Insular hyperfocus on my 

Not destination and my 

No troubles. I let my selfishness

Usurp any feelings of guilt for continuing to

Run, running, running.