"Last Pulse: Sprint"

"Last Pulse: Sprint" 

In the most favorable of times,
you'll be gone before you read this.
Maybe this was in grand design.
I just don't know. 

Maybe we need this. 

Call it prerequisite
influenced by the negligence
that is ill fated aspiration.
Reaction to fixations
we should not latch onto.
We just mettle on, too.
Dust has settled on two
and only one foresaw it all. 

Careful not to call.
Closure is not apparent yet.
Head against the wall.
Each thump an inkling of regret.
Initially I fret.
Loneliness is never scenic
and even though we sorely need it,
none will rise high as the Phoenix. 

This....
..... this that we emit.
Hapless Lass
and
Miserable Pile Of Secrets....
.... such is our zenith. 

We lived for the impossible.
Don't die before the plausible
can stave your making sense of it all. 

All fall but few land. 

Release hands.
Relinquish plans
and forget all
that we've wrought forcibly.
Gentle steer through the tears.
Past wants ringing in your ears
you should ignore vehemently. 

Be it with me
or the next,
find no solace in a test
that you shouldn't have to pass.
Fastened seal for turbulence.
Misplaced will has earned you this
and you won't kill.
Can't murder this
by believing that I exist
in forms of familiarity. 

Life will never uphold charity.
Accept the depth.
The gravity.
Don't convolute your clarity
when it isn't as endearing.
What we've smeared has left us smudges.
Neither earned the girth of judges
when the image that we see
is not quite what it used to be

so before you get used to me, 

take this chance to use and see
how far gone you'll need to be
before there's nothing left of we. 

Me. 

Advance as far as time will take you.
Never look back.
Don't read. React
because life will forsake you
for piling on the pain
that has strained you
long before we've crossed paths. 

Don't be the martyr.
Take that cross back
and bear progression instead. 

Not speaking from the head
or the heart completely
because
be it logic
or my feelings,
you will still aim to critique me. 

Don't know if you're moving slow
or you're halfway away by now.
If you know what I know,
then you won't even ask how. 

Trust me. 

While your feet are motivated
before your footsteps forsake you
go as far away today
and hope that tomorrow takes you
to a place where you can be.
Better place fit for the free. 

This day,
the chase will end with me. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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