"Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at dawn, travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically." --James Joyce, Ulysses

Waking up with the sunrise

Running fast enough to the west
Forever fallow your shadow
Never allowing it to shorten

It's a youth without ever ending
It's a death with nothing to show
Just a life spent negating

Screaming no, no, not what I wanted at all

In between the two letters

The firsts in the alphabet
Navigating the expanse
Separating them on a map

Is a swamp covered over in water
Overgrown over sediment
That'll bury a traveller

Sinking slow slow slow till it's all overhead
Down down down


So we fight to flee towards the lives that we wanted
Leave behind all the murdered air
Then find we aren't what we were when we started

Lost, old, removed from the things we once cared

How those years start to weigh

How the reflexes slow
How the passionate days
Grow increasingly dull


There is so much to say
When the tide is out low

But it is trite it is vain
When the moon starts to pull


There's a space in the seam between hate sewn to love
And I know what it means to live in the undone
When you've stopped your retreat but you're unsure at what

You want to re-raise your gun
If you should re-raise your gun


I've been lost in between all the gaps separating the atoms
I've been trapped in the billboard fonts lining the highways
All I want is the middle distance

Where the solids have definition
To risk defeat find meaning without just running away