In Dallas plain–
A wide vector of thing
You call a big empty–
Warm, hovering in situ

And in this sand
An endless pain
Of judgment and self-
Reckoning
The same stiff air
All my life
Down

And through it all
You call my name
Welcoming

And, seeing me
You, divinity, call

A car engining
Dead Road
Slendering–
All alone, ride

You pull my arm
You, calling me
You suffer fate
And self–

And through it all
You call my name
Welcoming

You turn around
You're hollowing
You couldn't find me in the dark