The Sprint - Milo Bruschke

Crunch

Crystal beneath each fall of your feet

Punch

Ancient cycle now that it’s complete

And this land

Is flat as the sea

Journey unplanned

Anywhere you’re hoping to be?

Across the tide

The power’s implied with each stride

Breathe

With your chest and try to relax

Painting

Beyond continues to parallax

To signify

An iota of progress

Please deny

The right to regress or suppress

Somewhere away

A call to obey

Back into the fray

From your relay


Basin of white.

Hands all filled with sleight

Your magic has given me back my sight

But the water is bad

Hope no spirits are mad

I must return to the night

Conducting a touch of your light