Wish me luck like i wish it meant anything at all
More layers, more prayers, a visitor in resonance
Sunlessly woven repose & recall
A wind shakes the flags of our loyalty & provenance

I roam the past in pursuit of my best mind
Through bends in the trail & dislodging gravel
Oh love is always above, beside & behind
A current for sails on distances traveled

A young century, a sense of posterity
Fair weather ventures & ancient identity
Compromised relevance, steadfast in enmity
Bartering any elegance for inevitable anonymity

Some down the line may take four hands to undo
& if mine are two i hope yours are two, too
Blissedly lie within a false field of view
Ceaseless & weak as the bonds of our glue