a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
oh from where
oh where we
oh whoa uh oh
weeeerrrrrrreeee
without it
where am i
and who are you
who i can’t reach
who i can’t even touch
.who knows where
i’d be without
longing for you
why not call
we are getting there
and again
and again
and again
disintegrate into
whatever happens to
influence you
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
come on now
please oh please oh
whatever it was
i don’t remember now
and leave me wanting
more
