Spaces in the grains of sand
Since I have parked my arch on parchment.
Places paced to, paces ran
Stepping stones,
Coasts through apartments.

Yards,
We all live in yards,
Traveling in cars just to hop inside a box,
Locked,
Break out with our thoughts,
Yes we are free to leave, but we won't be free for long.

Coming to and running from the palms,
The running come and go the same, no
They don't stay for long.

My ankles ache for something stable,
Striking chords, cutting cables,
Faith in Cains to make me Abel,
Cracked and hollowed by a fable.