Shades of Nevermore

jack rabbit. jack rabbit. how heavy are your feet.

in the spoiled terrain of predators and thieves.

running too near to stories told with heavy sticks and crumbling stones.

wearing the world too loudly as you race against tomorrow.

the tunnel is long enough that the light is choked.

as you suffer in the stale capitulations of races already lost.

formulas and zeros conspire with gravity.

until every footstep becomes a noose.

the fable sheds its weighted robes.

a carnival of martyrs in temptation's soiled clothes.

run. run as fast as you can. while the world is disappearing at your back.

run. because the end is always in pursuit.