If you've seen a few of my forum posts, you may know I shall be leaving for the summer quite soon. For that reason, it may be a while before you see any new poems from me.

Fear not, I plan on still being alive. ;)

# Ten thousand cross-plain

If I say please
Will all be alright will all be better
Will the undead fall
Will the unjustly dead rise to live once more

If I could take a moment of your times
Stretch and forge it love it plastic
Might that fear and hate and twist inside (myself) be righted?

If I could walk ten thousand one leagues-- about thirty thousand miles
Could we forget all this and that and those and them
Always them of people that're ignored and hurt of my ignorance

Alas, all this time and all these steps bring me not-back (not-closer) to You at all
Lament and wash dry,
Rinse repeat
Lament and wash: cry
Rinse, with those saline tears
And wash dry

For I was three thousand out before you called
Six thousand out before your soft-breathed, horse-words ran fast to my ears over my soul's shimmering, inner-desert-heart
Nine thousand out before I could hide in a soft dirt hole cut into the earth's long-petrified corpse, and listen
Ten thousand out before I came-- poured --out into the rusty sunset
Walked back

5/20/13-6/5/13