beckoning me towards its vast
and empty spine
double pinpricks of light
so insignificant
in those dark, sprawling veins
the dark threatens angst
so i wait
to be swept up in a storm
and dropped off by the wind
in the midst of my gold country
where the rolling foothills
are scorched and burned
begging for the open sky
to weep silver tears
down upon us
so i can be cleansed too
and i will scrub myself bloody
to be born anew
and shed my old skin
the highway is still calling to me
easing me into the long, winding stretch
of nothing
and everything
i am just a double pinprick of light
in the darkest hour of the arizona desert
the dark threatens angst
so i wait
for the sunrise