Run Rabbit Run,
Disappearing off the grid,
No inner compass at hand-
Just endless seas
Of scrub and sand
And windswept pine.
Run Rabbit Run,
Deeper and deeper-
Indecipherable trails-
Never to return.
Regress to the age
of conifers and ferns,
the green desert calling
all civilized to repent,
dissolve, and forever disappear.
by Woody McCree