the moon was coming over the mountains
accompanied by the shattering of the hill tops
by the thickening thunders
pressing all against
your psyche
as you became me
and we rode together
we moved against the back
of that dash board
and laid the stores
of villagers
onto their backs
then settled you
onto yours

the surest of things
was that we were never meant
to make it out of there alive
anyway
because each lead
led to some obscure, ancient village

and there was only
another mystery upon mystery
laid upon
every discovery
to uncover
to forge into another
pattern
and labrinyth with
no absolute way out
but subsequent
corners, where
where we would rendevous
with some other eye opening
clue
another revelation
meant to lead us further and further
to pull off
mask upon mask
hero to villain

all the same

all villains

the same men all inside
the same men all alive
and peddling their souls
for facades
so they could live on
within the center of your dreams
exposing their hidden agendas would mean
nothing more than
hitting the end but
not having the
the savior there
to save us all

from the collapsing bridge
the fiery helicopter
hitting the ridge
hidden deep within
your eyes
lying there
in disguise
a quiet pond, its mist
sprinkling over the sunken skyline
with this
decaffeinated dusk
speeding towards us
as we unravel
until we get tired
ready to give up and go,
my god, for oh so

very, very long

you looked at me
and i looked at you
and we simply set down
with our hands
one on one
trading the outward
for the inward,
daughter for son,
knowin we'll be

doin this instead.

moving inside one another, while

taking the time to just breathe out

all the maps
all the answers

every last key

09/15/2006

Author's Note: http://galacticfog.blogspot.com/

Posted on 09/16/2006
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