Runner

She runs ~ not from shadows not toward a finish line, nor from the phantoms of an unknown past. She aims to traverse~ where the wind withholds its covenant where cosmic clocks tick in reverse, where lone horizon, distant and faded denies communion with the sea. Her footsteps resound~ an incantation in the labyrinth of a vellum where the sound of unfinished races echo on empty walls. Her course~ a path of burning flame leading to an endless departure no more arrival. But, she still runs~ through the chiaroscuro of the open gates with wounded feet that never aim to meet the end.