Blood fire and gold

sunsets on vast horizons

that don't fade and don't

shrink with dwindling

opportunity

immortality of thought

of creation without need

of reason

eternally conceiving the

fresh the new and the

relatable

insatiable craving to grow

never slow in groping for

the next thing

improving

chest heaving

aching

panting as legs churn

and muscles burn their

way into the beyond

no bond to tether

no leash to break

no smile to fake and no

thing at stake but

complacency hot on the

heels of shrieking nascency

a vow to be sustained

on the rich but fickle fuel

of creativity