9.8.17
i have seen diverging paths
and they all lead to one place
like arteries.
i await the wasteland
beyond the threshold of where we are
now.
heartbreak is heartbreak
in this life or the next,
sentiment is frowned upon
and whiskey
in ample supply.
let us join hands and pray:
dear father of the heavens
take us as we are, as you made us —
sinners who are so only because you
call us so. my name for what we are
would be lost.
but i see the divergent paths
and i am not afraid,
not tonight or the next or ever;
i do still fear morning though;
i will always fear revealing light.
Written at 8:03 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.
