Notes issue
In gentle arpeggio
Strings plucked
And strummed
Walls
Real and perceived
Have two sides
The one I’m on
The one I’m not
It is a rare wall
Which cannot be defeated
Which allows no means
To the other side
They power dreams
Of boyhood flight
To other worlds
Beyond the stars
I walk away
And let it burn
It follows me
Burns up the world
But if I stay
And let it burn
It burns away
The fuel it’s fed
I miss
The tingling
Resonance
Of your touch
I found this map
Of Cassiopeia
Fourth planet circling
Alpha Andromedae
With instructions
For activating
The wormhole
At Stonehenge
No fixed destination
No long-term goal
No yellow brick road
Captured by their beauty
Mindful of their warning
I hear the roil of white noise
Waves crashing through the broken rock
Source obscured and muffled by darkened boughs
Clinging thickly to rising land
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
Pix to Words 