Every day I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about. — True North - Jim Harrison

The language I wanted from him did not exist in his world.

I did not want to live out my life in the strennous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tic-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foilbles...

Christ rose so long ago but the air
he rose through hasn't forgotten
the slight red contrail from the wounds.