i ran by foot

i ran by foot

and they saw a smoke

towards which faces

billowing

mumbling right

here in my pocket

healing

a little breathless

necessary fleet

feet     feet     feet

feet

over patterns of oil

of rocks and metals

i pass by with enthusiastic acceptance

and they saw a smoke

forming figures

figures forming cracks

wide open and forever

and i mean

billowing, mumbling

and necessary