He ran, for he could not
bear to move gently there
He had something within
hurling him forward at
a pace unmatchable
Proud, he tried regardless
All there was, urgency
Bending the forest's limbs
brutalizing others
At sporadic moments
leaping down the hillside
to slide upon the leaves
No destination known,
just pursuing a void
Water forced from the clouds
came down upon the earth
Bits of forest matter
adhering to his skin
His hair ensnaring twigs
Mud, leaves, moss, and lichen
Their decomposition
He could smell its richness,
and ever so slightly,
tasted it on his tongue
He wanted to become
some small part of it all,
absorb it through his pores
until he would rupture,
unfurling in a spout
heaving fungal decay
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