The Perseids

   
        
In the silence of this insomniac tent excavating dreams       
from the bottomless cavern of darkness, I'm listening to your          
sealed nerves from every vestige of decency throbbing          
         
for another chance. You want to uproot and run; you ask me          
'how to live when there's no moving forward'. Hope can seem          
abandoned in a disembarked land when we relinquish what          
         
we thought we owned. Resistance expands like space until          
it bends back, evicting us from the wasted, everyday mundane.          
Brother, feel the belief in my hand transfer from that starried      
         
fire you just missed behind clenched eyes. Despite the pain          
of having not wanted to arrive at this empty house, it's the ONLY        
place on earth that can construct the solid foundation of Love          
         
when it surely beckons your name again. In acceptance          
of this, the aftermath transcends the near-loss experience          
of death and dehydration after a desert trek into an oasis.          
         
The relief is as palpable as swollen tongues and cracked lips          
that finally bathe, and restless souls rising in love with peace.          
         
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Image Credit: Robert Wick/BLM