and so i can only keep running

and so i can only keep running on with all that i am

through labyrinths of letter and sound

through blood dances and filtrated information

through frames of technologica and self-images

blinding fears, genetica and freedoms

through sorrow and flowers

through choirs of wild voices

through african soil and mirrors

and always through love

i run and push my way through

how can i stop when such a path lies under my feet?
i search incessantly for satiation in this mercurial organica

how rich are the depths that my feet feel in that

sprinting splitting moment

i thrust through with my whole being

with winds chanting around my calves

words boiling and insurgent in my jowls

i weave my way through dark and light

sometimes seeing, sometimes blind

i can not but quake with this tenacious willpower

to tread over the uncertainties of skin and mind

stitching together the scattered remnants of ecstasy still found

in the pristine crevices of the heart