Saturday
after 6 am,
after 4.5 km up hills
in the
dark past the last streetlight,
I
hopped out of time-space
into a
billowing profusion;
pinned
branches to the sun,
allowed it
to
stencil them on to me.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
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