Rescue? Poem by Eaton Bard

I ‘ll keep running
‘til life leaves my breast.
It is the only way;
The catcher of the sky
needs no rest.
I wanna rescue a fallin' day
From the mountains and time.

I want to hold it still;
That crippled bird Forever
Unfinished, unsaid, once
To upset noise
and again Never

I’m a fugitive, Like truth
Escaping a nest of words.
To seek and to lose myself
In a scene anew.
Much time in faming windows
So little spent for view.