once we find the light in the dark pull the cord, lets start again the clock runs out, set the dial back to zero there’s still time for us to begin
how quickly we become accustomed to a new land broken roads familiar horizons known & comforting some gradual, others gaping the distance beyond shadowing the distance at hand the million hands reaching the million hands pushing away–
can each individual of millions span the cleft that one might know the mutual adoring of kinship?
“I have never been here before: my breath comes differently, the sun is outshone by a star beside it.”
the million hands reaching the million hands pushing away–
feeling my pulse quicken, a heart sailing gripping ever-so-tightly, afraid to let this feeling go seeing through newborn eyes, this world gleaming tasting these bitter winds words on the tips of severed tongues
flying in boats on the water became torch lit beacons and I followed them
“I have never been here before: my breath comes differently, the sun is outshone by a star beside it.”