~
*So where did you go?
Where in daydream tarnation are we?
If only you could see my exodus
and relent
Where are you now?
Matters of blood and connection
forming at the mouth
we are the fabrication
--an image apart from ourselves
To break is something sacred
in the Morse code of brake lights
through time stained windows
through a thousand contractions
the dead are getting younger
If only you could see me
walk into the blackness
not to build a fire
but melt, wander, disappear
and relent
relent
relent*
~
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
~
*So where did you go?
Where in daydream tarnation are we?
If only you could see my exodus
and relent
Where are you now?
Matters of blood and connection
forming at the mouth
we are the fabrication
--an image apart from ourselves
To break is something sacred
in the Morse code of brake lights
through time stained windows
through a thousand contractions
the dead are getting younger
If only you could see me
walk into the blackness
not to build a fire
but melt, wander, disappear
and relent
relent
relent*
~
Request permission to use this poem