The Race

I feel
I am in deep space
without a suit
by the time I reach
the two hour point.

It's coming fast I say
although I am alone.
My legs nearly collapse
each time I swing
one behind the other.

My determination
is violent already. The darkness
now touches the bottom
of the trees. The wind
begins it's ascent.

The possibility of light
and warmth diminishes
as I approach the terminus
but even silence and dark
are better than this.

It overtakes me with a gush
and I can't see how
I can pull the strings of my life
together. It's as if something
untangled the bands.