The New Journey

Nature is my travelogue She poses in mystery As we surge through backroads The temporary compartments of our lives Crested infrastructure upon circling migrations I am without token The sun falls unrestrained Daring capture of fluid magic Or slitting through our mountainous rubble Each post ventures a veinous riptide Grasping on baked bellies, we pose Parking lots sprawling the half turn Destiny is without a shape The tune of mercury spasms a punctured clock Bargains without a back And barriers that spiral the inevitability We have just begun