I’m working to unwrap you slowly To form you up like a theory To create a habitat for you in my head My steps grow wider when I see you at the end Lying, lounging, an old lion Afternoon sun low and tired Rays and shadows streak the road like enveloping arms As I grow closer, you project even further away I just long to reach you Rest my head against your ***** and Sleep against your softness like a pile of feathers To rest at last.
But at times I think I’ll never reach you, As I approach you reflect even further away I wonder that this road is endless, thinning into the distance The black wires radiate into the air above me Mutating my simple DNA into something else entirely A sole purpose survivor, a solider The cause is more desperate now They’re buzzing to each other above my head, talking about me Their scrutiny banging between my ears The dust becomes a new layer of me, with incredible thirst Just fields of dehydrated dandelions, just nothing
They soak up the liquid from everything With their chemical and electrical waves The fields are screeching as they shrivel up, like dying children Now it’s all yellow, beige, and far away It’s all so tiny against the horizon, For all I know, your silhouette has become a statue by now Just this long stripe of dirt I treat like a passageway Just a ladder to a final place of rest I’m desperate for a stop in my trudging motion But I know I can’t lie down in this unworthy sand.