Drag the night along a fractured line With a turning compass spiraled in my spine I have wandered through the corners without names Trading fragments in a half-remembered game Met a stranger, eyes like mirrors misaligned Shared a moment, then it dissolved in the brume Lose the thread inside the grand design Every turning tells you it aligns We are drifting through the undertide Carrying lines we don’t yet recognize Laughing as the splintered colors misrule Unafraid of time as it tightens the spool Dancing slightly misaligned with the room Words assembling, then collapsing too soon Shaking loose the weight that ghosts the lattice Morning enters, never quite the same address Water draws you like a voice in the deep Holding still while the currents revise what you keep Balance wavers in the margins between What you follow and what might have been A line ascends then falls away again Tracing circles you can’t explain Every note bends time a little more Till it fractures on an unseen shore There’s a quiet throb beneath your skin Moving outward, then returning in Every moment tilts the axis slow Leaving traces only you can know Heart aligns though it drifts aside Pulling forward with a hidden guide We are drifting through the undertide Tracing paths we don’t yet recognize Side by side through the shifting air Finding meaning in the crossing there Say no word, let the current move Every hour finds a different groove Following lines that refuse to stay Still we circle back another way
