Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

Almost there!

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I run, chased by a legion of devil horses

My destination, an elusive oasis

My breaths escape me and return

In hungry gulps, desperate impulse

My numb feet thunder on, stunted nurons

I lunge forward in a burst of speed

I hear them snorting and at my heels

Over impossibly high boulders

Nearly fell flat on my face

Almost there …

Circle.

Posted for Spandan

Running in circle
east to the west
seeking your soul
I follow your sound

Race through my heart

Slow and steady

One two, one two

A little faster now

One two, one two

One two, one two

And faster still

One Two Three Four