7 december

with minutes left the hours pass - tasked with carrying the weight and fronting the backend load - we explode with expectations through cold nights aching for closeness - the touch of darkness means movement toward other - drifting beyond sensibility and out past the wanting - the feeling of needing what you cannot explain, the rush of finding that the darkness houses stars - carrying on and floating up to everhigher wonders, to fortune cookie plunders and the dreams that aim to rhyme - we the cooks and we the cleaners and we the ocean wild