some days I am more storyteller than poet / more argus than storyteller / what good are eyes if the path is always changing / can you still find home if you’ve never seen it / can you still find home if you’ve seen it a thousand times / what then is the significance / truth should still feel the same / I’ve been told / even if it is said in different words / the essence is incorruptible / substance-attribute / reduced to its simplest form and you’ll still recognize the elements / still recognize the sentiment / but I ask you / if you dissect a song / will it bleed the lyrics or the melody / when I am next to you in the passenger seat / whose name becomes your lyrics and whose name becomes mine / does it matter if the song leaves our lips in the same key / some days I am more melody than eyes / more loose pages than melody / a constant / an incessant / what should I be looking for / true or false / be patient / do you understand what I am trying to show you in patchwork myth / in these stories which might never bear any semblance / to the kind of truth you’ve been watching the skies for / listen / when you cannot / look / the question and the answer / are not / mutually exclusive / there is a bit of the corporeal in every fiction.