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.
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