pushpins twisted narrow pathways
vaguely more civilized
than the invisible trails
ants march determinedly,
i tried to
pull him around each corner
but the sweat
from the heat
of the word 'us'
gathered on the palms
of our frantic touch
and he slipped away
as i kept running
and sliding in my red socks
and I felt as though
my heartbeat would outrun me
through this maze
that never ended
and stretched
beyond imagination
but dreamways are so real
and being lost
was better than being found,
and the wooden floorboards
croaked my name
and aspired to give me away
to give way,
and I awoke...

with a stop.
what's it to you?
who go