Extra Credit

Where it’s due For having infused In me a Self that Runs and Runs
Away from hard things Away from soft things
Into lockdown, bodily Running trips Alarms fire Shooting sensations Abound
Toward hard things Toward soft things
Perfection in all Things is aptly Suboptimal and my Drive into Difficulty is Admirable
Bodily inheritance direct and Consequential runs my life up till this Point
Credit sent for both the painful fighting and The vicious justice and Divinity