spirit

when running a race.
not always won by the swift.
but the sure-footed.

along the rim’s edge
we talk about the madmen.
leaders and more fools.

the ground hard as stone.
the muscles soft like pasta.
heart a flapping bird.

in a galaxy.
this one we’re already in.
jedis still winning.

the count to thirty
starts over again at one.
so begins living.

the moon has gone dark.
mourning the loss of heroes.
the sun shines dimmer.