Even now today I find the door stand ajar at the far end.
It’s not out of reach but the stairs are enchanted.
The rocket ramps remain rusting in the sun.
The trick is to take no confidence for granted.
Another trace. It cuts me from the world.
The key won’t fit, it’s too early.
Reach another summit. Scan the horizon for another monster.
It’s the way of the quest being insatiable.
As the following crash reminds me, and I set up another camp,
sometimes it’s like every ghost is up for reappraisal.
The saddest face. I barely recognized.
The secret glimpse. Worth any sacrifice. |
