I tried, I swear I tried
To stop loving the Blue Mountains you swept me away to
To stop seeing them through your grey-green eyes
I prayed endlessly
Extend your hand once more to me down those towered hiking trails
Let me see heaven in your saunter again
I allowed foreign kisses
Fill this Orion-shaped wound, I vowed — still I stand, hollow
Waiting for your fix, for our paths to merge as you promised

Step one, get weird with it. This belongs to you all, after all.
Canine king, find me, follow me
We, this imperfect photograph
Where is that storm I summoned
I’ll arrive on rain
I am amazing
Summon the angels
I took all the light in lieu