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We ran for miles

hoping to escape.

But our wiles

kept pace

and soon we'd careen,

break

off course.

It was

a hell of a race,

of course

and consequence

with not a thought spent

on finish lines.

Only insistent stomps

that never imagined

along the path

what they'd be finding.

And still I retrace

the journey:

Hours mining

for possible futures

by following pasts.

Days spent tracking 

only to find

flattened tufts of grass

gradually misaligning.