Crimson Moccasins

In my runner’s high 

Rebounding back through the mycelial mold 

Sorry, I’m raw and pain-free

Thinking of you 

Even I’ve got a feeling that you’ll find me

Yes, searching for some scarlet serenity

Took on blight like rot in its core 

Only then could you author through movement 

To do more than to just survive

Speeding through memories less and less 

Not enough is enough, you love me more than I 

So am I too quiet? 

The world still turns as I slip on crimson moccasins 

Am I far away or a little too close

Really I’ve been underthinking with the lichen 

We’re everything…

© Niklen 9/30/26