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;

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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