Faded Paper FiguresForked Paths

Forked paths
here we say farewell
tine lines
always parallel
ground swells
drag me to the light
nerve cells
pullulating life
Why should time
be so on its own?
Why fly over the unknowns?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really own?
Why should I never feel at home?
Why climb valleys full of bones?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really know?
Loopholes
opening the way
thresholds
turning over days
Why should time
be so on its own?
Why fly over the unknowns?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really own?
Why should I never feel at home?
Why climb valleys full of bones?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really know?