& then, with clouds
l o o m i n g
in the wings,
you run run

until the soles of your feet numbly weep,
until the very breath in your throat turns corrosive,
until the sky peels open its scabbed and scaly flesh.

until the 'from' shrinks in your wake
and the 'where' sprouts from the sands between your toes

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I do not own this diffusive artwork. For this and more like it, check out Anne Gate's work:

http://annegates.com/motivation/

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