Run to No Where

Photographed by: Lara Segovia

Hinge is the butane that ignites millions of lifetimes of my good karma

Creating clouds of smoke fogging this thin forest path; blindly, this small body travels between tall redwood of inaccessible memories.

Artificial light pressed against my sleepless eye,

Watch as the trees shake violently during the quiet night. Watch as they fall above, all consuming, entering me. No rising through bearing tart fruit sour fruit flourishing and neglected life. The singing bird's perfect pitch resides deep inside us. 

Watch the leaves rustle softly in the gloomy humid morning. Hello there. Lay with me. 

Listen to our favorite songs Our shoulders touch Enlighten me about the ant’s lifespan. 

The trees out there are growing their roots down through me in this spaceless soil. 

I allow the old and young to voyage along and bite my skin. 

Lucidly, I see Greg and I laying on the trail at Kolomoki. I see the Maclay tree where I first caught this hearts fleeting feeling in a jar and macerated its fruit; whoring memories and abstraction for social validation. 

I told you I’d freeze this new memory for you. Oh! My infatuated mind. 

Watch the night return with wind screaming chaos. The trees still and the path clearly illuminated by bright obsession. Sprint towards the light! my legs thrive from this clown's new joyous journey .

My heart pumps burning blood; lava spurts through my melting skins's pores, attempting to give itself away. 

The golden light is without source you see. Wake from this sleepless dream by accident. The man in my mind cackles, scaring me into clarity. 

I relate to the cat's purring only at the touch. Closed orange slit eyes. I wish to speak with the holy man harbored inside. 

10/7/25

By Andrew Arvin

Uploaded/Edited by: Victoria De Notaris