Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Wrought by running
I am wrought by running. Bound, rebound for a rock in a rushing stream mistake moon-gleam on puddle for moon-sheen on rock, splash on, mistake reed-clump for ankle-suck mud, laugh-curse, squelch on grit-toed, grinning.
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