POETRY: CHOPPED SENTENCES

Running

Substitution of thought by motion

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Pound the pavement
Ground the gravel
Mind vacant
my body unravels

The vastness of nature untainted
by the touch of men
Deep inside
I’m shielded from them

Distance my wall of disconnection
the wind blows blissful deception
Alone I find
a peace of mind
I am untouchable.

My solitude
broken
by the crossing of paths
Reality has spoken