finally the landscape is laid out before me,
my entire trail snaking and weaving out over an endless frozen sea

the night stars stick to us, we feel the weight of other worlds

she sleeps in the shallow shore waters. the rip current is her lullaby. i’m searching but its a full moon and the tide is hungry.

pity is a thirsty mistress

the ocean was what made me think of you. it always seems to.

enough brave moments of unreality can turn awe into a joyful normalcy.

with a clapping of the hands, i wake the gods.

the past is a sticky phantom, always following close at my heels.