1155am

the way the mountains have moved
in front of me
and beside me
i have questioned all of the landscapes
and all of the maps
that have led me here

i know the way
i know the way

but everyone looks taller
and bleaker

even people, even places i know so well
i am spinning in all of the directions

accidents, lies, offers, silence
beauty, ugliness, stories whispered
stories known

spinning
spinning

sometimes that's all i can do
be in the circles
the spirals
the dizzy
that unweaves my head
and builds up the pressure
until the tears flow

and i remember this
destination

it just looks different 
in the daytime