stream of consciousness no. 437
August 24th, 2000
stream of consciousness no. 437
it’s the deliberate pace that kills me;
i prefer the burnout, each full stride blurring
into the next, lungslegs burning — that tingling
rush presaging the borderline loss of consciousness
where i can lose myself in the physicality,
the overwhelming biorhythm,
as i sretch valuable seconds
into one continuous breath,
one rough exhale.