Tonight, trodden frond,
The world pinkish bright
Lies suspended beyond
All of natural sight

But it’s sight in blind trust
That endows His design
And summons our must;
The fraught ending line.

Hot Göteborg en passant
Immerses us in careful endgame
Making poignant what we want,
At length considering why we came

Here for Where the Action Is
Here for a fitting West Coast foray
Blending musical riches
Echoing home so distant away.

Everything material
We did sever en route to ideal
Along the arterial
Abreast of all that might never heal.

Scuffling trudge takes us on,
Fleeing the lies and life that felt wrong,
Senseless, at mercy and gone,
Knowing the terminal view lasts long.

…I’m scared that I’ll never let go of the ache
Made complete by the cede of my ardent stake.