It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.

Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed to right me
without us losing a step and I smiled my thanks.

argh! I’ve got to get out of my head.

Later, in class, lulled by the comfort of the stiff, wooden chair, my eyes unfocused and the professor’s voice seemed to fade into the backdrop. Suddenly, he was asking me a direct question that seemed almost without context.

Metaphorically slapped back into focus, I scanned the room and the whiteboard for clues before awkwardly—walking the edge of catastrophe—bluffing it out, because, well, I’ve an instinctive reluctance to admit defeat with any sort of grace.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams—nothing with a defined purpose–just an amalgamate of bonfires and storms in a coastal scrubland with an odor of fresh cedar and a sense of casual vulnerability.

My attention today is like an intermittent pulse.
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Songs for this:
Headz Gone West by Nia Archives
Dark Red by Steve Lacy

Carefree turns heavy
Lazy makes crazy
****** becomes poetic
Cadence gives drive
More followers, fewer pounds

Between what is run and not fun and what is fun not run


Most pounds are lost.

Run

out the door
sun, peaceful bliss
fearless

scared, anxiety, pressure.. creeps in
defend my peace
resist, keep, Love

resist, keep, Love
resist, keep, Love
resist, keep, Love

Let Love Keep you

resist, keep Love
resist, keep Love
resist, keep Love
res' keep Love
res' key Love
risky Love
risky love
Jesus Keep me
Resist Love, keep love

fear, pressure, struggle

run, 1,2,3,1,2,3
Love keep me

1,2,3,1,2,3, run

Risky Love,
   resist keep Love
      Jesus keep love
Mold me, Make me, run!

Run, keep, protect, defend, reveal, steady pace, protect love, give,
   Resist evil intent
      Keep to Christ in me,"Keep!"
         Love like God does
            
            Run

the first time I ran,
mother says,
was because I didn't
want to be held on to,

so I broke all grasps
and fled as children
do and not remember
afterwards,

why

the last time I ran
was yesterday,
cajoling myself
to alarm beeps,

like a break in habit,
slow, tired and then
in rhythm, but not like
a first time, or a last,

tedium

did joy
pass by?
the running gods
didn't reply.