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'Our Run Keeps Going'
Written by Jason Loutitt   
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For all the
words that weave
worlds are waiting
to wonder through
what we are left to see

What thoughts emerge
When time
Wispers
Unfold

To reveal
A tommorrow
We open
Our waiting
To reveal
A sky
We break
The seam
To reveal

Opening in our hearts
as a dusty trail
sky parting, smile letting, squinting
flowers scream on a cloudy day
as much to say
that weaves of wonder
will undo all the yesterdays
we left expecting the waiting to end
and the expectation to be fullfilled

Every rock sat on a mountain
holding onto nothing but holding up
everything
Ever that held on through bones
and shook them vigorously
let a pass be overtaken
once believed mortal conditions
to be more alive and real than the ground
beneath the rock
waiting for the moment
of a soul searching to meet
on a path the rock gets kicked onto the ledge
Ever let go of a expectation grasping tommorrow
Every will will we wonder more will we
and ever will we want
the score between the sides of us
to settle that fight fought
determination is forged
with ourselves to be free

Ever and the side of us
soaring, floating, letting
beyond horizons of distant memories
cast tying knots onto plateaus
growth and a bear cub steps
and growls the wind wispers to the trees
an ant makes its way carrying the world
on its shoulders the cub swipes at the ant
and the bird lands on the tree
a world of sizes and matters not
the pulse of life flows out of the river
falling like a waterfall into the hearts of all
through the wind missing the trees
Ever.

A circling of peace
rounds the corners of your eyes
caught as it is
the reflection of my feelings
only visible in the mirrors
that belong to you.
A sign you say
on you and me
should be
on me and you
what you have in sharing your life
colours a mark inside the heart
thought to be void of vibrancy.
A wink is wrought
in running against the wind
but in the rain I can feel
a set of footprints
beside mine.
I look to see
who it is and I am
left to see only the splash rising
but then it is of you I feel.



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