Lives that Line

Lives that Line

You are my techno dream, my love remain

The beat to all those refrains dancing in dew drops

Of each morning’s wake like a trampoline to launch up from

In boundaries broken of this interstate retraced

In this gray on this highway of things returned

Rescinded as if this line only fished in knots had not ended

But wrapped and untied itself into a straighter path

Miles traversed to get all this flotsam out these pockets

Of broken accoutrements of other strands discontinued

Coiling my ankles and not stepped out of like

A bear trap ankle bracelet of then in an enveloping circle of jaw shut

Upon my mobility of which I have absconded my conjoining to

Remain intact in such structures of none, in a chain gang of one

Man on a highway doing work breaking rocks and exert

All this energy to free those bonds and now

I am wholesome in the grasps of your arms

Like a purple-pink filtering rapture from all this gray living

I have salvation in the breath of your winged chariot words

Raising in Valkyrie sway to slice the remains of this ankle restraint

And shine luminous of this line between us is still radiant like a life line

Tethering that which is alive in verdant bloom bolstering to exude

A permeating faith in that which can grow from this connection

Prayers like blanket parachutes and retrieved in the sustenance of the means

Between the untangling of all this kudzu forests between there and here

I exalt you in hand and foot for each step and each could

Be that in linear dictation of the story of prayers answered