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.
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2025
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