Miles
He wasn't absorbed
magic
or a shining star
He was a different planet
unreachable
and reaching out
He was the ride
the guide
telling me:
Gargoyles in stone
are for the dead
He was the pirate
showing me maps
in who's houses
hid treasures
In whose rooms
I see shells
beams
The wires coming
out of his mouth
I see gaps
broken bridges
trouble
I see oceans apart
But then I see Miles
his smile
the happy I feel
my own wheels
And there I see
miles ahead
and miles behind
In a different way.
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