some symbols

Some symbols dance in southern skylines lengthening shadows,
Some symbols dance a perfect circle,
Some symbols hide hallways, storm drains, deny entrancesand pretend to stand still,
Some symbols leave remainders in each endless beginning,
Some ask for the equation,
Some symbols are never satisfied, and can’t be opened alone,
Some symbols dig into the sand, and can’t be sensed by hand,
Some symbols growl and some symbols ache for,
Some in a light so cold, I burn into the sky,
Shadows turn to gold, only an orange afterlight
Tracks roll up so fast she can’t hold.
To be untold,
She would,
But I don’t want to give her symbols,
Cause I need such a messy supply,
Cause I carry ashes before the day begins
Cause I can’t stop the sugar canes sweetness,
Cause I love the high way,
Cause I never slept,
Cause every key fit my door,
Cause I don’t mind the freefall without a safety net,
Cause I keep watch for her surprise before I could pretend
Cause the end is just another moment she uses to make sure I’ll answer that I’m not another captive, that the story will be finished, the puzzle complete, but not me,
I will just fade into an even more obtuse contour of perspectives,
In greater anonymity of the ever multiplying, ever increasing layers of all my relations,
And she wants me to laugh it out loud, with every beat of the rhythm, as I head home into the dark ocean flower, to know her as I smear, asking for more,
She doesn’t need to wait, she knows I won’t,
Anyway it is always forever to me, and forever behind her cross is the abyss forever my cost,
Chomping the bit to pieces, breaking trails becoming braille,
Reversible so leaned down into the praise coast I am host without a trace
Reach deep lest repeat ‘cause I like the ground just enough
‘Cause I’ll never forget holding her hand as we went to sleep,
Even though at that time we were swept away by divine pieces we couldn’t see,
For all the numbers fell apart, conversations just left every inch as a blessing,
Every fault line a gift to the ripeness,
I look warm, I’m feverish, in the honor of that unbroken delicacy smuggling a tickle that never stops, little quiet armies pierce my mask to meet the odds,
I roam but my voice won’t follow, I find it in offbeat tones,
I find myself in the mirror holding strange objects I can’t quite make out,

I’ll take the risk of losing her for the intensity of now.
She taught me to look in lost causes, across distances no matter the fear,
Slip between cracks and never forget where I began,
Carry the loss through the aftershock,
Until the tears come, read the signs through them,
‘till I get get it back again fresh and filtered,
And go when there’s nowhere to go