in all places the dream may remain

The fine, the fair
The well weathered
And slightly discoloured
By the sun

The soft and thinning
Spanning between poles
Collapsed and held under
Weighted by time

These moments and markers
These small pieces that prove I was here
That I loved
And that I lost my breath

How far we fall and fumble into this
How very well we traverse along meandering breadcrumb trails

I did it all this time, as I was asked
I became
As I was ordered
I appeared
Desperate and giant I met you
To slip fevered across your lips and down your throat

So strange these choices we wear
So elicit and raw
These pieces act as piercing rays
To turn my gaze from you