Running

And all of him began to run

He was as if all streamers blue and gold, red streams buxomed or otherwise endeavored toward the wind the rain the forward

He was all thunder in each push of leg, a torrent of arms or some drastic incline of body

he was eternal unending starlight unending streamed, pulled with a whip crack bend of the river of stars across to ford

he was the all that is the all that is not the all and the all and the runner and the un-runner and the rain and the runned the well-runned the tired the weary the prostrate collapsed well worshipped and the warrior’s rush into battle

he was the alpha and the omega the begun to all begin the spin of the gold thread, the taught cutting metal string, its tenor and tone its vibration and its roar ample across stormclouds

he was the alphabet the trigger and the bullet the escape and the escapee stealthier in a night fog or Morning storm or all weather-beaten time that has ever been here in the all time in the time that is the unending version of time beyond the horizon where the burning never stops

He was as if the thing that started the flower, of a bud the bud exploding in flame the flower and the explosion of all that could form the formless the creator and the creation, the wet and the steamed newness of him

he was the lucid and the translucent the ball bearing the weight the whip the crack and the slop- muddied ring cooked system of the solar-all

he was the corona encircling the corona the sun encircling all the other suns the stars all at once

he was the prisonbreak and the cement break, the broken and the jack hammered the hammer and the tong, the bellows the below and the above the sky and the cloud the dim and the bright

he was the goggle and the welder the fusion and the crack the mold

he was no more the mold the sealant broken shatter and escaped

he was the blue and the gold

he was the saphron and the fabric the drifting and the blending of dye in a river running

he was the tangerine pushed past tracks still bursting forward through the canyon falling cars apart into the ravine the silence and the roar the echo and the bang

he was the gamma beam the superman the capeless hero of all the stars the green stars

he was the green stars the bellows and the bang the tapping out of sword blades unbroken

he was the fresh the newest of all

he was the born unto born the birth of all birth

he was the unsnippable beginning to the beginning mocking beginning

he was he was he was at once exploded and the wind became him.