Exordium

SHROUDING ALL THE GROUND AROUND ME IS THIS HOLY CROW ABOVE ME BLACK AS HOLES WITHIN A MEMORY AND BLUE AS OUR NEW SECOND SUN I STICK MY HAND INTO HIS SHADOW TO PULL THE PIECES FROM THE SAND WHICH I ATTEMPT TO REASSEMBLE TO SEE JUST WHO I MIGHT HAVE BEEN I DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE VESSEL BUT THE EYES SEEM SO FAMILIAR LIKE PHOSPHORESCENT DESERT BUTTONS SINGING ONE FAMILIAR SONG:


"SO GOOD TO SEE YOU
IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH
SO GLAD ITS OVER
IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH
CAME OUT TO WATCH YOU PLAY
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?
CAME OUT TO WATCH YOU PLAY
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?”