Cut the string
I suppose you gave me the only answer you could
To cut the string too tightly tied
The one I anxiously worked to keep attached to my person, the one that kept my spellbound stare skyward
Only way out of the knot really, but the sacrifice left me adrift as the tug upward on my wrist was suddenly released
A pure white globe Mylar helium drifted, backlit in sky, weaving upward to the tower room in the storm clouds, to serve another imprisoned soul
Now all my concentration seems focused on the jockey for space amongst diesel driven towers playing tortoise and hare,
Destination Unknown
Still, the pull home becomes apparent in an earthen gold dust lining the streets, all seeds eventually blow from the roots that feed them
An ushering journey to the mystic, Your hands flow out like water
