Go boldly

Go boldly

"You should run,
gun it across Ditsworthy,
barefoot, down-sunken,
peel off your skins,
the scarves, hats and jumpers,
unleash every wilderness
sheathed by your palms -
where silence goes bleating,
above every birdsong,
whistles through ear-beds,
tongues through your hair
and here, where you're lingering
you'll hear the peace in equilibrium."

"You should run, kid," the old ghosts go calling,
hoarse throats that seldom hold salvation or care,
and so I disrobe,
Saturday's child takes to skiving,
riding the wave of a sky's weighted grey.
The morning makes most hermits,
mourning the Summer, lusting for Spring
but I, I devour,
look ice in the eye as a blue, tumbled lover,
try to warm the unrelenting
to an exhale or a bend.

"You should run,"
and I know that it's time I commit,
set the softness in me
to tea and sweet rest,
before I too become frozen,
too fearful of grief,
stationed on the sidelines
feeling nothing at all.

Written to this album over breakfast:
 https://open.spotify.com/album/298iS35ZRjU8U4LU3pIroi?si=QMCkKK2oS8-FXXiN2g8_5A&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A298iS35ZRjU8U4LU3pIroi