Far Be It From Me

Here I can see him From miles I cannot understand In a state of consciousness beyond reason I wait. A room of bars and golden lights Tin cans and classical music Far below my heavy words I wait. Here I can hear him With seconds and hours drowning Behind memories scratchy and skipping I wait. In the chilled pools of logic In the motels of remembrance Under the desks of burden Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand In shells of old In clothes of new In love, I wait.