
Departure
Lines leap unbroken
a latent trace of bedlam
time warps and contracts
he leaves not a trace
Toes turn right angles
180s and circles
VIP whirlpools
urged on to the end
Where are we going?
This runaway train
armed with cataclysmic brakes
this belt isn’t safe
What rising star
to stand on our shoulders?
Vindicate these boulders
prescribing our place?
On a funeral pyre
I release thee
flesh and fire synergy splits the sky
Sweep the veil from your eyes
and I’m lifting
And go to the mourning fields