Rushing Away and To

Rushing away from the Devils hair hoisting heave Rushing to Gods downy laced embrace, searching as astray and bereaved. Rushing away from your most tenebrous night-frights. Rushing to your chain mail-cloaked knight. Rushing away from the skies troubling tears. Rushing to the sun-singed grassy spears. Rushing away from the contemporary world atrocities. Rushing to the falsely glazed generosities. Rushing away no longer Only rushing to authorities, tongue untied, and hands unclasped from behind my allegorically lashed back. Rushing away, wiped from my options, forced to breathlessly quarrel and yack.