life is a minor chord of forgotten memories
on another highway
to where, i’m not sure
though the hills, green & rolling
and familiar in a passing way
these are not the same
heavy low, grey
ocean clouds
hanging about
my head in these clouds
&
this endless stream
bodies hurtling through space
trapped in boxes
metal or otherwise
where are we going
vanishing point
of some horizon
in a shrouded distance
is that even the horizon
where does earth end and sky begin
where do i end and you begin
white geometries
embedded in organic memories
mysteries seen but never solved
unsure where this will all end
although
we all know
exactly
where this all ends
but that’s not for now
for now
is
another ribbon
black asphalt
hope
&
hopefully
at the end
a new memory
&
hopefully
at the end
not forgotten
like so much else
maybe.
