The Hours That Recede Us
I opened the gate and walked inside,
He looked at me then ran to hide.
Many roads I walked without Him in sight,
Quick I sped on into the night.
I raced along and cared not a thing,
He hung back enough to let me sing.
Then I started to notice He grew close behind,
Just enough to be in my conscious mind.
Soon though He grew close and tightening his cord,
"More of you! More of you!" I implored.
He had me trapped and grabbing my neck
I saw his pupils wide, green but a speck.
"Well, well," He said to me,
"It would've been better if you'd have just run free.
"You would have seen wonder of every kind
Had you not been turned to see me behind."
He strapped me in His bed and feeling smug
Gave me the slightest shoulder shrug.
Then He left and shut the door,
On the hunt again as I wailed for more.
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