pursuit...

i
watched that
man run..
he ran
after it...
outran all
those around him.
his
insatiable quest
for it
drove him
to diminish the value
of relationships
around him...
feeding his
insecurities,
those past inadequacies-
yesterdays' tears and pains...the
nostalgia of darkened days
full of no quality and
fears...once
his feet grew...once he
shook off
lameness he ran...
outran
all of us...
his pursuit was ravenous....animalistic at best...
he ran...and
i silently
watched him run and run and run
until he outran even himself...
violently opposed to
the stability of
just being...he had to have it.
had to possess it...
he wanted it...
until it would
possseeesssssssssss him...
over ride and over take him......
flying over his head...
he would die for
it and die
he would...
...i
watched that
man run...
run with speed born of desperation...
a desperate need
to prove he was somebody...
somebody who knew something...he knew...
knew a lot...and for all
the running after
it...the saddness was...
his life halted
and he continued to run;
his life
stalled
and he kept sprinting...chasing...
running it down...until he
could possess it.
never
satisfied because it is just like
lust...an endless, bottomless belly
of unsatisfied, primal
need.
from virile, handsome, talented man
to an old, dry, bitter
crone of a man...his life shed off
like vapor and his speed
after it was too
quick to notice...
his pursuit of that it...
that thing
men kill for...the thing
men forsake all for...
the fruit of a tree
cursed and
poisoned...
the it...
the fruit
the tree
bearing
KNOWLEDGE...
we...
wept...
we...
watched...
we...
wearied ourselves with
prayer...
praying he
would...just...stop!
eventually
he
died running
after it...
running after knowledge...
and what
enhancement to him
did it ever
provide?


none..........

is it really a necessity?




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