reckless precision precipitates scission of bonds adamantine an arching lash of white fire beauty beyond embodied knowing all is liquid, once was stone to have a future, to have a home endless chatter, silence remains precious hour til death returns again to bear this broken past buried in our flesh to see the future unwritten to begin again

a body is always more than a body there's a pulse to all the areophany our eyes made this horizon our breath, the endless wind we are what we're given exhaled out, inhaled in moving in tandem one rhythm, many hearts this distance, circumference of us muscle, bone, fines, dust every pathway a promise every footstep an embrace we are our own exponents senescence outpaced with reverence, with awe half worshipper, half god more than planet, more than home breathe with us warm stone two hundred days could be ten thousand under this sky we made pure means without end we, the promise the faithful, the frontier past scarcity, past fear past the ruin our history portends we could do this forever you can never go back

i trace my fingers along the edges of the rover's windows my eyes plunging and rising the habit of seeking a focus in the pale red noise of dust and fines on the other side of the glass i rise, pace back and forth in this patient cage, the imposed inaction of our resolute decision will the wind arrive in time? will we? sit, sleep rise eat pace, the hours pass eyes glued to the increasing figures broken by pure dust howling wind red fines empty mind trading sharp caresses failure to soothe our presence in every present and yet it seems our pasts have diverged come on wind over that wall come on, push the wind has come katabatic winds our weapon we lay our bodies upon them hold fast to one another lay waste the prison and free our brother we have been myth we shall be history a shock to those white-knuckle gripped to a powerful present that stories can be a material force that the past shapes our course whether for him or for us o subtle point of disctintion! o elusive line of demarcation! we've far to go and no terrain to guide us only a direction and each other heads bent, push forward falling and rising, again and again to arrive in surprise in perfect time ready at last to begin lines drawn out (leave no one behind) in a long war (what's been done to your mind) make a small cut and it will all aground under the force of the storm we brought down circle back around scornful pride wounded heart difficult women a world apart not decisive on a whim bitter words upturned chin don't ever let them forget that i am capable of revenge flashing eyes committed acts we always said you can never go back