Ends Of The Earth

So that the dosage they inflict is unconscious,/dreary, equal to a visible hostage,/subtle reflex from breath, suspended,/dredging rivers, paving roads./To start an immortal journey/relieved by legs left, standing,/a necessary curse of walking./The call of comets in ether/a smell like rosewood, wet ash,/a sigh of relief,sweat pours past slumped shoulders/you must jump over an azure landing./No remain of the midnight choir,/lost in the call to empire/forced to walk, rigid and erect,/on a neutral path./Brains revealed to heaven,/a crooked path,/ from the straight and narrow/that glow with clues in footprints.