For Someone On The Other Side
I don't care where your destination is going, but it's intention. We know rules that react to the turn of the skyline when it comes into view upside down. Shades don't hide habits for long. The flipside of the world has to collide into the normal. Skewers ended up in the eye of the sun-thunder-lightening that crash-smashed the lake glass. Stillness empties out back up to the sky where it originated. We all go back to the spot we came from eventually. You weren't born here. You were born on the underside of skylines that meet ground, and stars like toenail clippings fall into your eyes. They twinkle there. They pierce you awake when the night falls. I kiss you good night, and go to start my day off elsewhere. On the other side of the mirror that locked you out.