Having you, protects me from my own web.
Return to me, as you thaw,
Weathering away to smooth edges.
We are at the center, of this expansive disk,
And the line we follow is just a circle
Contained at some distance from the edge.
Stop, wait for me,
let’s turn and head for the horizon of
That’s what coming home to you is like.
Pale ashes accumulated behind the magnesium smoke,
of discarded memories bending in relinquishment,
Behind the afterglow of the spark,
as it burns down the shaft of time.
Of talus and terminus.
When the last ember sleeps, the stars are free at last
To provide all the light, engulfing the past
That is what coming home to you is like.
Is just a fancy of the earth below my feet.
Go back and be the mystery you were.
Where your chrome softens into pastel.
I’ve seen the reasons I miss you.
A broken moment collapses into eternity.
The world is peering over my shoulders and it makes me nervous.
As I trace a line along the coast from here to anywhere.