Disappearing into the night
the shallow light, lunar and pale,
space floating above us, we find our way.
Through endless revision,
through ****** circumstance
after shirty circumstance,
we move together.
Alone, together.
Out there in the valleys,
by the rivers we'll wander,
there are things we will discover
about truly being lost.
Into the night, into the void,
the wasteland beckons
and you extend your hand.
I follow blindly.