Its only one way there. This curving, rainy road,
with millions of white and red lights being rushed
by fate. The route takes us to a plane. The plane,
to a country. Miracles, have guided me to this fork

in the planet. Stripping me of currency & churning
me like buttermilk, into a valuable faith. The dark
mornings blanket the aftermath of yesterday.
Its only one way to this palace. This ideal life

through the woods & half empty sun. I the keeper
of the keys, pour like diamonds, into this fire.
The roof; Ablaze.