With what will you call on me for next time you say my name.

Will you ever call me for something other than a game?

I lie awake, drenched in the mistakes of the day, and still I cannot get that nagging voice to go away.

Grace, you chase in an infinite pursuit, nothing could get you there, and you haven’t a clue.

Raised from the wolves, drowned in pools upon pools of clouded mystical illusion,

delusion is clear glass upon your eyes. Dances and ribbons and merry-go-rounds,

falling, and floating up and down. Ice shatters ahead,

still take a step for a breath, an arm for a leg, a useless bargain,

much less to be said. You I summon, sand beneath my feet,

echoes and key-chains march to the merry beat. Behind, far and a long way,

I wave, I call, I signal with all my strength. Fireworks, loud, astonishing,

colorful, hold your gaze. Ground gives way,

parts away, and away, no bridge across.

Alone, I walk.

Forever.

Alone….