-HE SAYS:
our hero is
walking
he has always
been walking
he will always
be walking
when all
points of the compass
are de-registered
and functionless
he continues on
with a relentless
weary
stride

-SHE SAYS:
our hero is a
black crow
flying along a
stretch of rocky
coastline
existing as fragments
its ancient
black feathers
are reflective
composites of
the jagged rocks
below
its wingspan is
a texture that can
only be understood
at the intersection
between sea
and sky

-HE SAYS:
our hero's
hand made leather
boots
have absorbed
an eons worth
of the earths
energy

-SHE SAYS:
our hero has no
concept of migration
but in its abstract
actuality
inspires all other
feathered beings
to such
aspirations

-HE SAYS:
our hero
does not
meet
our eyes

-SHE SAYS
our hero is
nourished by
fractal geometries

-HE SAYS
the story ends
with the outstretched
hand
of the hero
in
friendship

-SHE SAYS
no
when our hero
learns to
circle
is when
the story
ends

-HE SAYS:
holding patterns?

-SHE SAYS
yes
holding patterns...