Communication 90

the afterglow – limitless



hitching a ride on the 3 o’clock wind

the cockerel sleeps, the wrens they sing

I plan to exit come 5 o’clock 

on the afterglow I’ve grown to love

I’ve wasted my time on the in-betweens 

I’m making my break, cutting clean,



with the west wind shivering

the moon ray dwindling 

I rejuvenate under tireless sky,

drawn naturally to a life unknown

I pass my time alone,

bracken breaks softly underfoot,

the bells in the steeple ring



I entwine and knot myself

between the all of everything,

there is no rush, no urgency, no law,

for the first time at this altitude 

the purpose of my meaning appears

limitless, there’s finally room 

in my heart for forgiveness