21.3.25 || Night.
I ran, like a child,
my feet far from the ground,
calling dust forth.
Oh! I ran,
dilated black holes of paired white globe,
for a broader field...
I ran, fast,
my heart pounded in speed of lub-dub,
more thick red fluid for my paired inflatable organs.
Yesterday, I ran,
macular rashes on my fair skin,
and the tears won't stop flowing.
I was on the run,
from the battlefield,
though my weapons were not carnal.
The war front,
He made me run back to,
"though I walk through valley, He is right there, with me, in me."
Psalm 24³, Isaiah 43², II Corinthians 11¹⁰, Galatians 2²⁰
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