Truest North (or The Fight For Flight)

To you~only you~will weary legs stumble with no sign of slowing

only slowly

rolling gold

oozing through cracks of trauma

like battle signs showing

missing pieces now where peace is~

Fuck a rib my heart stays outside beneath our queen’s glib starshine radiance

only wrapped within her sunchild’s warmth while we wage war with a wicked world which once whittled away wonders and wished our ways wayward…

But the heavens knew

~oh my heavens~

her settling stardust revealed the error in azimuth corrected course to an endless beginning

a whisper of life despite settling for dust and reckoned for dead my way-finder now set to a reciprocal heading

always to return to the place where we found our *way* under our stars that settle one-third of the *way* between the beginning of your pulse and the end of your gun

yes

~cien por ciento~

meet me under those que están treinta y tres por ciento entre tu pacemaker y peacemaker

There, I’ll be waiting (wayting?)

There, as we plan to make promises