Blurred Anaemic Edge

The urge to travel, to spread your wings and fly away, never rooted to one spot. never spotted on a route. signpost now defunct, map a feeble pointer, direction only by one’s nose. Intuition in ascendence, as day and night blur anaemic edges. Fleet of foot dream chaser, never-ending sequence, is chaotically just that. Event foreman cast, in a starry-eyed plot, script writer of their own unique journey, stagecoach vagrant from, a who-knows-where platform, speed bump skipper on a blind course, taking the "lie" of the land. In every sense a false scents, trailblazer has a life of their own, but tragically a life that both owns, and disowns them in "equal" measure. Time-lapse photographer flagged, by ephemera but doesn't notice, loop by loop square off, under amber moonlight passage. faraway green seeker, bereft of halting site, with no stop off in between, momentum the only resting place