run - feet from the ground

 


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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