Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

climbing spires

no warmth, no life, a frozen and slipperly pucked pole to climb
to watch dust settle over seconds
from all the items
all we’ve ever lost

get far away. go miles once more.
(distance equals space times time?)

shush

don’t ever forget
je suis un bastarde
more than i hasten to remember to forget once more

shut, shut up.

eloquence of screaming

time to ascend, quietly, then.

[ascend here]

heavens above

in a way i was glad to hear the words mumbled from deep recesses.  just to know.  and the few seconds before he fell asleep, and those few seconds before you joined him…

don’t be scared to let, and to fall.  drip between the lines of soaring choruses.  we won’t sing that song today; the words spilling in lake droplets and the gentle frosting which only exists between grass blades in the shadow won’t wash pebbles slickly.

but drift on the draw of the shore. words can never countenance the space between.  pull at the spiderwebs once more, haul them all in.

hide at one end, and i’ll hide at the other.

[no comfort; no. but don’t let go.]