Leaning out the window
over the edge looking forward
seeing what you are aiming toward when
tiny trees and rocks aren’t close enough for
details that can hide this direction of
investigation as far as that mind can see
sorting out these facets of light in your eyes
tasting the air with the cold breeze in it
allowed to find a final thought progressing
never give in to a bad moon riding high
there is more at risk now than there has ever been
hope isn’t hiding, it is eating at the table
order has become disorder’s new best friend
respect is not a plant that grows around here
inside the locker of davy jones there is a lot of room
zones of activity and almost endless dark depths
on the opportunity for any discontent happening
not distance or disillusionment can overpower thoughts of you
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