Run....

Escape,
The earth that runs below you.
How -
When the stillness of life underneath,
Runs on your mind like bare thought,
A vertigo, hits you there
So low so unnerved so unrestricted so boundless with precision.
The horse there runs
To win the race
With fury and
An incense unparalleled.
Does it half-beat the free passion of a free horse in a free stable?
Around me I see the mirth of success,
The mirage of yearning,
The unkempt masses of unclear logic.
Rushing, running, beating thinking and its unmatchable speed,
Annoying,
Appeasing,
Exchanging,
Enjoying,
Reinventing
through escapology.