I have left
the work of profundity
lying
on a frozen lake,
along this freeway
behind me.
And pushed,
forward,
into my journey.
Open me,
road,
& split me in two.
I have heard what you've told
& I'm coming to you.
I will enter your longevity &
become your expanse.
I will spool
your thread
in the back of my head
& press along
beside your train of thought.
And I will listen,
to the whistling
of your mind.
Split me into
your other half,
road,
and zip closed
this dichotomy
within me.
Ship my closure, bouncing
on the back of a flat bed,
to the loading bay
that waits
at the end
of my day.