Out of mind,
his father boarded his boat,
“The Midnight”,
and rode out on the ocean to drown in the darkness. (Drowned)
His mother stood on the rubble of the Twin Towers,
as a hundred different people turning inside her (MPS)
melted together
This is awesome.
Empowering.
Still I have the feeling of being without (dimension).
Without a friend.
Without a flock.
Without a mind.
Without migration.
This is how a planet must feel
before it is found in the folds
of blanketed space.
We lead ourselves astray so easily
(I am the donkey and the carrot dangling)
into a world full of vampires
and party girls
and bull elk alone in the rainforest.