Straddling a Crevasse

The flare has been ignited.
What the fuck am I supposed to do.
I only find you my home.
Not Marin.
Not San Francisco.
Not Santiago.
Not the Road.
Just you and my thoughts.
I feel I am loosing my direction.
My rock is eroding.
And I don't know what to do.
I am alone.
There is no where to run.
I need hope or a hop.
I am not strong enough for an in between.
My legs are straddling the crevasse,
Which is steadily growing and I need to commit.
Otherwise, a fall is inevitable.
I don't want to admit such weakness.
Not even to myself,
For that gives it truth.
But I can't sit idle.
Please find yourself.
Find your voice.
Find your confidence.
Find your desires.
For I can't see them now.
Such fear is born.
Combined with a lack of presence,
Lack of definitive hope,
That only fuels the burn.
Please find yourself.
Before the crevasse gets too big.
How do I send smoke signals from Mendoza?
How do I send love on a Peruvian penguin and expect it to get to you?
How do I send myself without going at all?
Such fantasies are being sewn.
Fantasies you may never know.
I hope to caterpillar them into our life.
But you must build the cacoon.
I love you blue.
I just hope you find us in your tunnel.
And please let me know when you do...



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