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.