ORBIT

it's just the orbit, babe.

we're going full circle on this thing

and launch.

ODE TO OLD

oh, these old, old songs.

I feel it all as worship

as I stand in the forest

the drums fill my lungs

and I know exactly who he's worshiping every time.

if half freedom can create a globe

fill a stadium with flashing lights and these otherworldly songs

THEN WHAT CAN FULL FREEDOM BRING

AND BRING IT THROUGH ME.

to paint on this dimension 

with your words

with your songs

with your ideas

with your love

with your stories

with your desires

with your power

with your color

with your memories

with your images

no more chanting in confusion.

you are not cryptic to me.

RE-ENTRY

tissues on the floor are my trophies

like the snow that melted in patches

that kodee played with outside of my window

while I was trying to pack

now I can leave you behind.

a deep breath and you're gone.

my people, my love, and my life are still with me.

a lie can only stretch so far before it snaps.

TWO TONED

at the corner of thirty and dalrock

a road named after two cities

an apartment complex sits beneath the clouds

a humble allotment of two buildings

parallelograms north and south

facing each other calmly like a classic hotel 

two tones to mirror the blues

of two expanses separated by God

the waters beneath, called earth, and the water above, called sky

mirrored better on a summer's day

when the waters above are bright and the lake beneath is blue

now they call attention like aged pastels

to something that could have been brighter than it was

because you always said you would live there

as the cranes assembled panels and panes

but the rent was too high

and also your dad's secret spilled out 

it spilled all the way down the highway

past both cities and expanses

so you had to go further

until the pacific said no more

so today I passed an apartment complex filled with people who are unaware of you

instead of a single person 

reigning alone as king

at the corner of thirty and dalrock