I've been blasted through the tunnel

with the long lights overhead

I drank rum in the concrete belly

and jumped from the viaduct on high

hoping to keep pace with the brightest waterfall

watching the stories all go

silent as colored sand

and all of my works were wrapped

in evaporating skin

and all of the cups I poured

for smiling ladies

ran down the walkway

where my spirit now resides

it's a graveyard auditorium overlook

that rides in steel spectator seats

and sad impotent looking

but the sun is a seed cracking

and roads of lava intertwine like tongues

and then like tangled brine

exits flashing in a final sign

and the valley's mine.