A Valley Of Giants

The last time I ever did sit in this place
we drank by the moonlight
I dissolved in your face
A vibraphone badder than sound in the silence
floating in space like a waterless island
decrepit intrepid, a beautiful violence
loveless, unique -- the last of decidings

A new home enraptured
A distance uncaptured
A life that you lived that might not have mattered --
the particles flash in and out of existence
and foreshine the movement,
they can't ever prove it,
but the fact is that pathless there is no resistance
the fact is that pathless there is no resistance.

A garden of heathens
A garden of time
gives meaning to meanings
but nothing to mine --
and leaving the loved ones that formerly were
we step into endlessness, nouns without verbs
our bodies as copies claim us as our own
never to read by the Rosetta Stone
original dwarfed in the face of the clone
now a valley of giants that must be our home --
has arrived.