Escape, Chase.Feet crunch dry
Escape, Chase.
Feet crunch dry leaves,
Dirt flies back.
Wind is following. Here.
"Turn." , soles move away.
Farther and closer
"Turn, Turn." Why?
Vision sees a home,
Knees impress the earth,
Hands beat the cold, hard ground.
These woods have eyes.
These woods tell lies.
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