Chasing Thousand Sands by Christopher ShinThe smell is familiar
as the musk explodes.
My senses dive further
as I lunge forward.
The trees hold
so many stories
of me and my own.
I hear the raptor call,
and I fling myself
with broken twigs
snapping like bones
beneath my feet.
So I run away,
and I chase the
meaning.
But there isn't any,
and I track
the fallen prey
of nothing and me.
I follow my tail
only to find
no meaning in not. 02/28/2010 Posted on 02/28/2010 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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