I took an off road trip for a while.
My mind wandered, and my body aches.
A little poison, a little neglect.
I’m back now, you see.

I’m a road warrior.
My eyes red from the dust.
I’m not broken, I’m seasoned.
I’m a blue moon death star.

I’m ready to return.
To face the world.
To enter the world.
To become it; once again.

I’ve fallen
I can’t fear
Another day broken
Left at sea

Moored on nothingness
As my flesh atrophies
As wisps of smoke become joy
As ashes become my soul’s fire

I claw back to life
To a day at home
Living in rhythm
It sings; the schism
Dancing with itself

Over stimulated
Mentally exasperated
Every second another byte
Another sight
Another post
Another friend
Another show
Another famous boast

Another perfect story
Another fabricated glory

It shows you nothing,
but a pluck of the string

A million waves collapsing in time
A chaotic, crashing chord
Who could’ve guessed?
The answer was you.

Our freeform entanglement
Undone by the winds of two
Rolling like tumbleweeds
Through the reel of an old country film

You’re my twinkling star—
How we wonder what we are,
Drifting past the world of thought,
A light no gem has ever caught.

I reach
My hand swirls
Throws my mental pearls
To the vat of the world

Mix it
This time it’s it
The perfect dish
Our delish

Your eyes
My words
Your feeling
Our meaning