To run from running

Say you want to go

but you can’t unhook the ring

Bind to the next circle

don’t break my drive

My nose is running

miles of greenfield

no skies to peek

no skies to peak


the folds

There are but gravels to be had

Rummage run and through

Hands of tips don’t shake

Holding on to you, one more second of

a life

time, a slice




All I can never get enough of

letting go

is just another way of praying for the death of the buried

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