My father's body lies there, becoming a corpse-supernova.
So I run, gaunt and breathless as life slips away stride by stride toward a wild end.
The track lies before me, the body of the race opens up.
Here is my secret; it's a chaos of love that propels me away. Love for that form and it's finite duel.
I ride memory, the memory a flaming coruscate that carries my heavy heart as I carry his. The heart becomes lightness, as does all about it, writ through my fragile anatomy like a flash pure and electric.
So I've got to know it's lonely at the front, with nothing for company but my ribbon of desire.
Yet I've no self-pity, just a hushed joy that this run will never end. For in this lap I'll slip away and be set apart forever.
I've my father to thank for this and so many things.
He let the world put a cell around his soul, and he threw away the key. But he let me visit sometimes, and what I found left that ribbon.
The body leaves us both, so we'll create infinity through our story, which will tell the world what he hid from them, yet confided in me.
Dad is watching now, from his vantage point; he knows he put this vigour in me and for the rest I've forgiven, because I'll not be forgotten. Whilst for some it's a merry-go-round, for me it's a galaxy in which I'll be infinite.
The doctors said I've got to stop, I couldn't stand for that. I run instead. This ribbon calls me and I answer.
Collapsing, I'll embrace him, one last time, for all the world to see. I'll close the circle, and rest with the ceaseless fate that is his and mine.
