I pulled up the roots just to see

I've felt differently since about disappearing

I placed myself back in the weeds

In echoes in alleys I'm reminded

(As close to close as we'll come)

As close to composure as I've come

I'd immersed myself in beauty and find it all vanishing

Empty, longing and vulnerable

Sharpen your knives

Neither a pawn nor a king

I am nowhere, I am nothing

For this betrayal that's how I should be seen

Wearing scars I deserve, on a throne of nothing

Ethereal and haunting, the wandering and yearning

Characters I've kept, plotless and neglecting

The architect and monument

Neither here nor there, forever elsewhere

And so it goes

There's consequence

To these vowels and consonants

And I came as close to heaven as I'll come