hippymichael420

i tear fistfuls of clay from the fringes of my face, revealing raw creases and the universe i've weathered. eyes dimmed to a gradient further down the railway, mouth hung on uneasy notch teeth tattered in a rattle i run along the loop untethered to an image of youth; disappear into whisper of smoke (sizzled on the tracks of time). one waystation. one way station. no ticket for return, still searching for accelerated curvature to bring me to you? to home? or parts unknown somewhere unseen by the horizon or somewhere the heart won't go to yesterday? or back to tomorrow when it still clung against the colors of the sky