Elucidating Questions

The trench may be a metaphor for the lines and wrinkles in the earth that push and pull

It may be the feeling that always comes up when something bigger is coming,

Perhaps as the wakening of an epoch the earth screams louder than we thought.

Euphoric nights of hope of tomorrow.

Whose line is which? And which line is which?

The moon is the one we turn to, hanging in the sky, watching the sunset from behind metal and glass.

I got the only thing I wanted in life,

And when I landed I wanted to know where my next dream was.

Three years ago, four years ago.

If I could return to those streets I would have it, I suppose.

Isn’t it backwards? Always falling in love backwards.

Do you fall in love with drawings of ideas and paint what you hear in the voices of others?

Desire is something given into only accidentally, usually the wanting of something simple like a strawberry,

Usually the wanting of human connectivity, before the want of anything else.

Fake bravado of words written not spoken,

Hadn’t heard the sound of silence,

Scenes already written, someone else’s dream.

I wonder, I wonder,

After tomorrow will I have words to write?

For twenty days and twenty nights.

Writing these words, undisturbed,

The fear of living in a land that is on silent fire,

Doesn’t scare me nearly as much as silence does.

I did not make the sun.