book

A mind weighted down
A physical weight
Run, coward. Backwards, blindfold.
into the dark, past the trees
Through pages and pages of life
As they burn and crinkle, fly away behind
run, scramble over rocks
Set your face in stone, shave your head
In ashes run, before it catches you and casts you
down again.

Up again, run
The wounds are healing, running
Sun is up and Sand is blowing.
Metal bearing clanging in the pit
weighting down again the head.
Gripping, squeezing tears, welling, no more crying.
Clanging...run...run until It breaks.
Force yourself to run alone, this residue
You're shaking off is poison, oh I see the end
No another turn another cheek, and no one speaks
Admit that you could dance on water, without your unbelief.

Down again, staying down...
You've thrown yourself into your own refinery
and been delivered charred and broken
Let Me, no, let Me put it back together
Don't touch it, yes, I'm angry. But we'll talk about it later.