working on through
the life of an unprepared animal
making its way through winter
without a need to stop hunting
or a place to safely rest at
because no amount will ever be enough
when you have that distance to travel
while I made an evening out of
a minute just to destroy my own
past then only the future mattered
and everybody has nothing better to do
than make the faults you have
seem worse than their own
and using that info to draw blood
after being inspired to finish
the race you didn’t know you were in
once the other participants
(like a raven in a wind tunnel)
wanted to be run through the grinder
and I couldn’t get the taste
of burned hearts and broiled spirits
out of my mouth once you have had it
happen to you there is only one
way out of this and that is
after you don’t care if you
were in it in the first place
because you stopped feeling
anything