Strange Firemen

Is it Time?

Doorposts digital art by author

thought to run, the already running
bowed to nothing, all dressed up in powers
sweats in blackness, crows chanting outside
ghost in the chest it promises answers
but answers come howling, right out of the towers
right out of the thronerooms
right out of the poles
running and running, perhaps to be faster
but who can go outrun the theatres of time
time has long fingers, its reach is implausible
time is an anthem…