can run, but . . .
an image of myself
racing through the corridors of time, fleeing something. Time, space,
people, and events keep rushing past. I keep flying through
them, twisting and turning, looking for a dark place to hide.
I spin out and plunk myself down for awhile
on some island of relative peace. Just as I am catching my breath,
an earthquake, a tidal wave, an epidemic, a war, intervenes and I
am off again, running as fast as I can. There is no where to go and
no one to see. Just the flight itself.
What am I fleeing? Who am I fleeing? I have
no idea how to escape it! I cant go any faster. I cant
find better hiding places.
It pursues me. I feel its hot breath, on
my neck. I don't dare look behind me. Please, please, please, leave
me alone. Whoever you are. Cant you see I just want to be left
alone? Why cant you leave me alone? Whoever you are.