Each of these *******
Has hundreds of tenses
If you pair em up
They could be
A dying king's
Incoherent instructions
for last ditch defences.
              
Go Run!
Get Put!
Take Turn!
Stand Set!
Strike fall!

I die! Uuurrrrggghhh.

My liege?!?!?

Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.

If I didn't love myself
So much
I'd love you the best
But you're gone
And you're
Not coming back
Just like the old string vest
A fashion choice
Some would scorn
An anachronism
But it was comfy
And it kept me warm

I took it off
At your behest.

Hunter wrote
All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet
God knows what he meant
It was something of a tangent
What does it mean to you?
The energy that moves
That pushes through
The thing that propels
Your essence
Away from the shadow
That pursues you.