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Running at full speed-

Stopping for no one,

foaming at the mouth-

wishing for a stun gun,

and my knees shaking graves I'll never fill

We can finally feel the hand of god

jerking at our spine,

Trying to straighten us all out maybe:

 this sense of good 

 that I feel from time to time 

may just be me

from an alternate reality

where living beings are rare

and my universe revolves around 

day old pizza-

The crust rusted ring of truth-

or the next shot of "new" 

when the staleness of "old" leaves the hole

for laughing,

I'm an animal 

doing what feels good

lifted from the soil

and dusted in gold robes

until I get the itch of vice

and all of a sudden 

I'm coiled up 

and the other me has taken over

Maybe this is just me getting older

the humbling of time huddled closer 

whispering its not all about me

what's happening to me is a shadow

following more near than anyone 

making jokes about my height

saying "I won't be long"