He is fugitive - escaped, escaping.

No one has seen him stumble looking back.

His fear is not behind him but beside him

On either hand to make his course perhaps

A crooked straightness yet no less a straightness.

He rubs face forward. He is a pursuer.

He seeks a seeker who in his turn seeks

Another still, lost far into the distance.

Any who seek him seek in him the seeker.

His life is apersuit of a pursuit forever.

It is the future that creates the present.

All is an interminable chain of longing.



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