Run

Run , without your body to a horizon ,
that is aloft and invisible
The sun is running out of light
Run , run Time is oscillating between destiny and fate
and you hands know how to hold
a touch , to graps to nothingness.
Run , run , before thoughlessness enshrouds you in a bright day
and the night no longer protects you
Run run , when moon is coming through the curtains
there is no place it can go
Run from everything there is , 
to nothing there will
Run to the bottomless ocean to see
Run to its vastness, 
Run to yourself.
 

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MARGOT's picture

run or keeping still? that is the question:-)

running from what? yourself?

seat in a lotus position and kept still at least 20 minutes, u shall see the difference...

but then you might kept still too long and never reborn, and become ................eitherway you must choose if you rather race or keep still in the eye of the storm?


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

Muin's picture

I am running from the

I am running from the physical prison for my soul.

And that is my body......

I am running for the physical being of reality.....

 

P.s: i am running to myself...

Not to the phsycality of myself