New Sentinels and comforters
Of the missing
Stand up today
Be seen, heard and counted on
Into the ranks, I enlist
Without care
But caring nonetheless

Breathless Caretakers and old
Missives, wandering the lawns
And dunes
The edge of steel and plastic and glass is where I stand
And I reach out quietly

Your place is set
You told me one million things
About me with those four words

Sequels and infant stars arrive
I have stepped out from the Shadow
I breath breathes of air and nervousness and excitement and the vapor trails of Louisiana

What are you waiting for?
The question hums
And drugs sing and crawl my skin
And I remember what will happen someday

I can lie back and smile
Thoughts of your hand in mine
Fingers crushing air between them as they weave
As I breathe harder for a second and a half
It is not the word or the threats the make up that work,
But the dead winter grass under-foot

Your eyes smile like lost television screens
Like Sentinels and Converters
Like the Lake...
And Thunder