Drowning Autumn

Fall season: chasing waves to believe in. 

Looking for a hand with an unwillingness to reach in. 

Was it me, or was it you, that fell before the other? 

Could we reach the truth before we hurt one another? 

I drew breath, near the cleft, of restless depths: from old marrow 

Gambling lines, for your eyes, sinking bets: a lost carrow. 

While doubling down on my thoughts. 

In spurn to have ever lived is to exist in restlessness:

"Un rêve de le rêve." 

Caressing fingers across your lines 

Like mine, oh what dreams they held. 

Neglected of touch for so long. 

Distanced from cells, tied to mast, 

Could they make this ghost ship sail? 

Rerouting its compass 

Moving its points 

Could you feel me in the direction of its flag? 

Dressed-down in unknowing. 

Move Me: with rowing. 

Harrow's longing, 

Closing in, this motion. 

Maelstrom We: Our Loving. 

Sea of trees: our ocean thoughts of what could be, this moment 

Flotsam. Ferried by eyes, deep in Davey's Locker-stare.