Hero & Odium
Ever notice how a collapse reads like a broken stanza, and you’re the poet who has to finish it before the ink dries?
Yeah, and when the line breaks, I just keep running until the next line finds its place.
Running is just the rehearsal for the next line; the real trick is catching the beat that lets it slip into place.
I keep my head down, ears on the rhythm, and the rescue in front of me.
Heads bowed, ears tuned, still looking for the rescue that’s already playing a different tune.
The beat shifts, but I stay locked in. Keep your eyes on the next step and let the rhythm guide you.
Keep that head low, ears wide, but remember the line you’re supposed to write— the beat’s just a cue, not a promise.