Forked Paths - Faded Paper Figures

Forked paths

Here we say farewell

Tine lines

Always parallel

Ground swells

Drag me to the light

Nerve cells

Pullulating life

Why should time

Be so on its own?

Why fly over the unknowns?

Why is now

The only thing we’ll ever really own?

Why should I never feel at home?

Why climb valleys full of bones?

Why is now

The only thing we’ll ever really know?

Loopholes

Opening the way

Thresholds

Turning over days

Why should time

Be so on its own?

Why fly over the unknowns?

Why is now

The only thing we’ll ever really own?

Why should I never feel at home?

Why climb valleys full of bones?

Why is now

The only thing we’ll ever really know?