It's an intriguing notion
that everything you might have said
might have said too much;
You whisper but it screams
and bites like scratching nails;
Everything will be revealed,
Darling, in due time.

Deliberately
yet delicately,
A ceasefire that can no longer be ignored
It burns holes deep into the floor
and drops us to our knees.
Our knees!
Scraped from playing in happier times
calloused now, and atrophied.
Our needs!
Ecstatically we pilfer
exactly what will never
Seam
or Seal
these shredded remnants.

It's an appropriate motion
that we take towards the soil
towards the sole purpose
of all these thought out whispers
and all this spontaneous screaming:
Silty sounds, wiping away the mire
So I can clearly see.

2,000 Steps

You wear an insatiable gaze
Wander around this cathedral for days
I don't know how you can smile
Watching the crowds

Your feet tread lightly the ground
As if they have known all the pain pound for pound
Slam your fist high in the air
Burning we are

Welcome home
You've had a good run
Now you're done
And you just want to lay down
Welcome home
You've fought the good fight
I was so proud
Now I just want to slow down

You are the opening scene
Where everything you touch is golden to me
You grasp the sky in your hands
Pulling it down

Run for the hills here they come
Row upon row standing still in the sun
There is a safe place I know
Hurry, let's go

Motion

we invented ourselves
into replications
closely molded duplicates
of the heroes we watched
from our youth

and soon
we became them
we became better than them
the new
the improved versions
not flawless, by any means
simply a continuing step
in the constant striding
constant striving
toward an incomprehensible
End.