I wait for it, I wait for the final call

to snap me out of the daze, the flame:

dancing in the distance, mock to change

my image again, all atomic mass comes

together, the miles and cliffs flash past

drive, safe play with rapid fire pits,

spit girth!
spit girth!
spit girth!

inside a soul: treasured in soil flood,

slower, slower, open your eyes,

you are you!
you are me!
I'm you!

and the rustling is always here,

the battle of earshot, trembles with each

step, two eyes, limpid grey dropped in

the distance shore.

play with a knife!
play with fire!
play right!

every word, spoken in utter silence,

revives back in the rebound gaze,

you remember the smile in the passing doors,

proved the truth of graves.

no one is there!
no one is here!

you're crying at the passive remote,

you're giving tears of joy,

a shaft with blue eyes, in fair flakes.

caught with fear, cold, fire, a prophetic truth—

you'll be returned in the same way,

once you tried to leave.

— 28th December, 2023