I’m catching you
You catch me.
You scare the fearless.
Catching yesterday’s future,
And yesterday’s tomorrow
In a sacred place,
What is called Nowhere.

We are a whole herd —
You won’t see anyone.
The road is wide —
Fields and forests.
On the spot runner
Legless.
Blind brown-eyed —
Ugly beauty.

Without edge and borders
The timid brave.
Circled chain.
From linear networks
In a pile, whipped lengthwise,
Caught immense
Spirit without explanation.