Time On the Run

Tragedy pooled up in your footprints in oil, in mud and in steel Far out in front at the edge of the road it grinded your thoughts at the wheel Powdered to mist and to dusty debris tragedy blew with it's lips All at once time took a turn to the left and skimmed by your cheek in a kiss You never reached out and touched time before with all of it's plodding and pain Thoughts to the wind and it's over your head like the refuse of chaff leaving grain Tragedy temperance, heaving with bite setting your gait and your eyes Scattered and shattered with time on the run to the place where it goes when it flies.