Breathless

Renegade,

Hiding behind the sunrise,

A reflection whose hands stretch to the night,

While the day rests on his chest.

Him and I, we have common comforts.

As he gambles his eyes to shadows to travel into sleep,

I don’t let him leave me behind,

Because everything has darkened into a pitch-black sky,

There’s nothing here for me anymore,

And I don’t want to be on my own.

A promise summersaults on the string to which I have him tied,

And an escape is not flying in the open for him to create or find.

We become runaways,

Running from all the signs,

Searching for warnings on people’s mouths,

Arresting holy war,

Scratching visions of the road on the walls.  

There’s something there for me, places and people,

On these counted cards,

So I shelve him and them on the corner of every chance,

Now, I’ll never be alone.

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

24 thoughts on “Breathless”

  1. This piece has a pace to it, a feeling of running, and being… breathless, craving escape, craving darkness, sleep. A connection to the renegade within, an aspect of our selves. This has such atmosphere, and the language is beautiful.

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  2. This song and lyrics are dedicated to your poem.

    The feeling of running and feeling breathless trying to save the world or saving ourselves from the darkness of corners. At least that’s my interpretation of your genius master work. 🙂

    Nine Inch Nails – Running (HD)

    I followed you again this morning
    I was close enough to feel you near
    Pretending everyone could see me
    Just slip away and disappear
    They’re right behind you, there’s someone behind you
    They’re all behind you, they’re on the run
    As good as blind I’m all the time
    Somewhere to find, somewhere to find
    They’re all aligned, they’re intertwined
    You’re undermined, there’s someone behind
    They recognize, so hard to find
    As good as blind, I’m out of time
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I had a friend, I think you knew me
    I couldn’t seem to make you see
    I know they’re watching me and falling
    I know I’ll never get away
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out of places I can hide from this
    I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out
    I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out
    I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out
    I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out, I’m running out
    I’ll never get away
    I’ll never get away
    I’ll never get away

    ~Nine Inch Nails

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  10. “There’s something there for me, places and people,

    On these counted cards,

    So I shelve him and them on the corner of every chance,

    Now, I’ll never be alone.”

    Such a beautiful concept, Watt… and so beautifully said. Now this bit of you, in this place, is a treasured card on our own little corner of chance. Thank you. :))

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