he taught me to be human.
blood and veins would make me sane
or so the truth was laid
but roads were paved
over and again
'til truth was buried dead.
his wake I became
stumbling 'long in shadows
of the dullest blacks
I've held to gaze.
he'd reach to me
from time to withered time
but never would we touch
for he dared not slow and
I, no speed outstanding.
through jaded travels
I spared the sense to wonder
the worth of breath and bones
and whether once of touch
in place of none
is surely what I'd rather.
