Past the point of signs,
out into the uncharted,
driven by the mystery in front
and the misery behind.
Flashing though
memory after memory,
seeking the gold
in the coal mine.
Never makes sense
when the cold night
draws you out,
away from the fire,
to stare up at the stars.
Cold and exposed
to the elements,
and the animals,
seeking a vein
to tap into.
Pour out existence,
bleed into the galaxy.
No more flesh-bound,
or Earth-bound,
but back
with the universe.
HG – 2021
