From the Heights to the Depths

I die a thousand deaths with you,
falling 2000 ft past
roles and rules of
dubious impropriety,
beyond decency
and molds of
sacred sobriety,
into far-off rolling hills,
gently beckoning,
softly cajoling,
whispering for more,
as reflected changes fade,
and tomorrow blends into today;

together we have faced
the best,
escaped the worst,
survived with all
the rest,
becoming something new,
something else;

something unknown.

Distant guns blaze away,
smoking and smoldering,
pounding and hammering,
swirling inside forgotten
and forlorn tempests,
drifting without a home,
floating on the breeze;

out here there are no
agendas,
no pre-determined
destinations,
out here there is only
this and that,
here and now,
closely followed by
felonious miscreants,
sacred imposters,
intent upon perpetrations
of questionable valor,
plundering and pillaging,
falling down before
the dawn,
replacing methods of madness,
silently drowning out
the moment;

this love is like layers,
peeling back one
only reveals another,
quietly hidden
within the depths
of this empty fortress.
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