Step outside This hasn't happened in a too-long time A new warm wind has pulled your soul from mine Disintegrating into green Fields of flies They wave their wire wings against my thighs My eyelids, weapons against all un-kinds It makes me wonder where you've been Through the pines Across the coast Chase the ocean-line My toes are tapping As your words unwind I've stayed exactly where I stand And when we stop It feels as though We're rolling backwards Down the road When I'm still My chest implodes My eyes rolled backwards Rolling backwards Back inside I study miles of atlas pages Blind My cells are stirring And I've made my mind up To go down the lane, again Let me lie Against your shoulder In the desert night Beneath the boulder Of an old test site And try to ask me where I've been I remind you Of the story of the sailor's bride Who finally stole the boat And rode the tide Into the welcoming ocean And when she stopped It felt as though The seas had swallowed Her ankles When I'm still I feel just so Rolling backwards I'm rolling backwards When we stop It feels as though We're rolling backwards Down the road When I'm still My chest implodes Rolling backwards I'm rolling backwards When we stop It feels as though We're rolling backwards Down the road