Gingerbread Man

Could be this
is all a mistake. I left
for a quick jog this morning, but I'm still
running. My body's crust
grows coarse as sand
paper, but is only a
sieve to the
wind. When I can whisper
through my body as easily
as air, I will have
run far enough.

Run, as fast as you
can, can't catch me...

1988

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