We

Let the twilight come, wash down my car.

Moon rise up, and my favorite star.

Got dressed in dreams, down to my shoes.

I'm after you.

Today's horizon a snowglobe—

white mountains, sheet metal blue.

Air clean as the breath of a Nordic god.

I'll bring it to you.

Neither shaman nor ghost,

but a low magical beast. Still,

I offer my world in a loud caliope coat.

It's nothing. Doesn't exist. Yours.

After all of you. I'm sorry.

We can only go together.

Melody across your gut strings.

You know.