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Runnerman

Long limbs
lengthen
lilting
with the same ease as these words
on my tongue.
Runner man,
on run
under the rays of the fading sun
like you’re the sunlight.
Stretching onwards for eternity.

And if you’re the easy ellll of flying
then I am the sound of hard work.
The guttural kuh, huh, guh
of gasping breath.
Sounds from my protesting lungs.
Bound to the ground
with every heavy step
every heavy breath
feeling like I’m stumbling
and running to my death.

Because there’s no sunlight
beating in my breast.
Runner man,
run run
under the rays of the fading sun.

10/02/2012

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