Run Run

so he opened my ears
a sound fermented
plenty
out grew a noise
new to mine drums
heavy

shall I proclaim
this news
to the world
to all
to many

no
he said
readied

but should I run my lord
without rest
to every land?
stop i shall not
even if I grow wilting
weak
weary

no he said
a face firm
integrity

with a calm I've come to know
he said this race is won
run
steady

for the victors will hear me
my words whispered
left alone
they are plenty