The Journey Part II

Vintage Words


It keeps like time measured

in increments of light slipping

through space from one source 

to an unsuspecting earth. This

feels like air inhaled, like

breath released to wisp away



Insistent voices crescendo,

most urgent to challenge you

from the potential of tumultumous

depths that make you want

to howl about needs to rise

and move. To be in full

health, pick up the pace. Keep

running. For show.






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