I sleep
over there you wake
walk city streets.

We wait:
an inconclusive future
caught on the claws of fate

time swings by.

You’re the blue pen
I’m the red
its only words

that intercept the space
between us.

You sleep I wake,
across iron sky’s
stormy sea’s

where the dead shake
their fish filled heads
to tell us

we’ve only one chance
at this .