run
Thursday July 17, 2008
my heart and my feet
work together.
my heart and my feet work
disparate rhythms.
pistonised and pumping,
never swift as night
or as fleeting as day.
yet i am a ghost that
runs on runs on
the line between life and death -
just one false step…
among countless others,
comes
the pain
and
the thirst.
15 steps more,
i’m numbed to the world.
gasoline sheesha mixed
with endorphin high –
and when i stop -
yes, it’s about time.
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