repetitious pounding of heel to cement
slowly (faithfully) produces delusions of grandeur
and
i run not for exercise but to flee
cognitive stagnation
then dreams flow in
you’re God not man and your power
not limited by my dreams
is by all means larger than i fathom
(should i choose to try…
when i choose to try)
so when i pray to tug your heart strings
to change
for transformation on the city/province/country
scale
i know my dreams too small
i beg for bigger
i run much harder
thinking
if i can numb the pain in these joints
over time
perhaps i may numb the walls i’ve built around you
a little more
one bigger dream at a time.
the sieve and the sand 
Freakin’ great.
Bravo
thanks… i was pretty proud myself.
This is great… Usually when I run there is usually a blobish entity chasing me and it is wearing the red baywatch swimming suit with it’s fat swinging in the wind. It wants my fat, but I am the owner and I burn what I please. Why am I telling you this??? Because you’re Worth It, so the ad says; our small dreams are gigantic dreams of awesome shampoo, red lipsticks, God, beer and medication. My point is… I enjoyed reading this… Forgive my rumbling…
We should all comment like this more often.