I stood at the door and stared up at it.

I knew what was beyond it and felt homesick in the wrong direction.

I just wish I had someone to come home to.

I would give everything I have away for that.

Echoed twelve hours later. He says

I know how you feel

I say

In

When he blames himself I hear it

But he already knows.

I say

When he’s angry at you I hear it

He says,

He hears when I’m angry at him too.

It was already daylight but the room is always white and there are no windows.

If it replays the next day is it remembering the dream

And why it repeats without me ever quite remembering.

It’s all so simple but how do I blow it open wide without making a sound or

Making myself a target?

I don’t like stepping into it.

If I’m to understand it I’m missing something integral.

Maybe, he told me in the clearest voice, got my attention:

We need you, please believe me, we need you

And I stared up at him and glanced between him and her and him and her and them

War wisdom lightning and thunder

Their watchers our watcher me

I couldn’t believe it and you still won’t give me a straight answer about

Death and time sky ocean ocean sky time and death.

Somethings missing between.

If all the wanderers had love.

If he hadn’t got in the way.

Not sure if anyone ever saw the code,

Not that it matters, the rebuilding of a language I would have to explain.

Your assumptions are what took you away.

Nothing I can say will ever change that part.

There are no less than one hundred ones being talked about.

Do you know who is who?

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