The Zealousy

I run

over many moons

I've run from a distance with my eye on the path

but the path began to drift

and I toward the wrath

the Way began to narrow

and my vessel adopted an apnea for fostering and catering the cratering of my span

I began to implode and run out of road

like a depraved old man of bones

One foot frosty - one foot fiery

but neither of me as either entirely 

and from the tasty lips of a beauty filled mouth

when my strung out tongue asked favor come down

words - as lucid rain for a dried up town - met me

with revolt and violently spewed me out

hence...I awoke

like a terror in the night

my heart broke and soul started a fight

The time for pillows out of newspaper has burned up

Haven't your iris' licked the headlines?
WAKE UP!
The rooster's hymn has sang three times!

and your eyelids have been falling for meadows of lies

Blue suns wide - I run no more sitting paralytic

My knees wobble and creak but they lock and I rank the chair
and it sits pathetic and weak

and I strip myself bare of all of me there

I brake shackles

I burn flesh

I beat my body and make it my slave

and its master's master thresh me

lest I be rooted in mess
or dressed with the grave

I fix my eyes - may they be blind

with ruthless love throbbing with passion

and wet with fiery zealousy

O Captain, my Captain!
Yell to me a charge from the depths of your heart

and I WILL RUN