Out Here

Out here
The land yawns on

From and to no
Where
A thousand, million untethered acres
Christened in the moon's reflection

Out here
Farmers crowd the bars
Waiting
For a shoot between famines

Out here
The fields are full of soldiers
Waiting
For fever to subside or their hands to thaw

Out here
Children crowd the shops along the seaside
Waiting
For a tide swollen enough to carry them back to the factory

Out here
All roads lead to limbo

Here
In my old dream
I am steeling myself for the crossing
For the chasm
For the tundra
For the void
For whatever lies ahead
Dallying in the liminal fog
Swapping stories about the predator
And
Clinging feebly to the lattice of coincidence

Another hungry ghost
At best
A bag of wind and a storyline