There Are Times In Which We Must Fade

Let's go disappearing.

Sometimes I just feel like we need

to go and bury ourselves in darkness and distance.

We'll wander hand in hand in to the hands of the night

and find our lives flung across the hills and into the fields and through the stalks of corn and 

   grain and growth

We can scatter ourselves and see what grows with water and what grows when starved

Let's skate down gutters and become runoff

and filter through grates and pipes and dive in to the ocean

and disperse amongst particles that are just like us

but aren't

Let's climb to the canopy and scream.

I see lights in the distance and I want to know what they are. Lets go

find them together.

I don't know where they went but they can't be far.

I think we should find a thunderstorm and ride it

to see what kind of fires we can start and where

and when and why.