Hole In The Hedgerow

I need to run to catch my breath
Thin air keeps the demons quiet
Distance keeps them at bay
Heart pitter pattering
Pounding away
A commerce of blood
With every beat
A hundred thousand miles
From my heart to my feet
Defiant legs full of acid
Tense, then loose
Ever falling forward
Catching up with themselves
Turning over
Rolling the earth beneath me
Galloping together
Chasing myself
At my most primal
Jaw opens with the beat of my steps
Like a dog chasing a rabbit
Teeth bared
Hands open like claws
Arms shadow boxing ghosts
Flying with my fight or flight
Running myself into the ground
And trapped in my head
My soul lives in my heart
So starved, I feed on the air
Celebrate being alive
With each last second breath
Like a kid, like a dog
Like a lost man with no where to be
Just living life for a run on a run
And catching up with my breath