In the gray, early morning light
I ran to catch the tail that was not mine.
The tales I’ve been chasing are something out of a true horror movie,
Their stories filled with blood curdling yells and midnight stabbings
And for reasons that at the moment escape me
I’ve been carrying them in my body as if they were mine.
They’ve even led me to turn off my own path, to swerve,
Thinking that I was appeasing some other human being
Or some divine command.
Fear forced forward my feet.
An absence of love was my trail.
Then came that surprising slip,
The trip that would be another
Story’s start.
It will come as no surprise to you that neither the human nor the divine characters in this story were ever appeased.
I keep running for I now move — no longer away from those fearful tales and others’ horror stories — but towards my own becoming.
spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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