Here we are
Crisp and clean
Brand new reams, a paper dream
Blank slate, fresh fates
Invisible ink revealed
And what of the folio and fall
Manila enveloping life stories
Can we hide from who we are?
Can we keep from shredding away?
Begin to write
And the questions dissipate
At a certain hour
Light will strike the hungry page
And split the sheeted sky
Crumple the old drafts
Night sees us no longer
We are unequal distances
Rising to reach the sun
And everything that's left
Will be mountain and MAGMA