Don’t run too fast. Not far, there’s a chasm. Close your eyes, you’ll feel where the pain comes from. So to remove that ugly wrecker and then become…
On the top of the highest hill I sat.
The clear air, the rope I needed to beware.
But then the wind grew sharp, as your words,
and cut me loose – it’s my other side you educed.
Only a whisper was heard on my behalf.
The echo of my memories’ laugh.