Going For A Run
b'Without all dream I am common. Without dream the desert dies. Patience doesn\\u2019t like running. Running doesn\\u2019t like patience, either. But I am running towards patience so I hope they need me. I hope something needs me. I want a course in collision. I want to live despite dying\\u2014I am not defeat. I will never conceal stars. They have too much to burn.\\n\\xa0\\xa0 \\xa0The flow of mountains keeps me up at night. The flow of mountains tells me my time is almost up. This is not what I need to hear\\u2014still\\u2014I bury melancholy as far as the word \\u201cdamned\\u201d allows me. It has always been the tallest statue in my collection of dispositions. I do not know what my countenance screams, no one has ever told me the answer to many of my questions. I dream in words, not photographs. I like to abscond from my own subterranean tricks and vicious vexes. I love to live despite my dying and glean from courses in collision. I love to find things in the imaginary. Pulling rivers and stre\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'