Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

go there until it's here, get back to there
we go in crisscrossing arcs, the over under
react, refract, place bets, ping peaks

moments from launch
fuss over its terminus, the return
escape lost from nascent sojourn
limitations of fuel and time, here-there strain
otherwise we'd travel at will, to a moon's dark ice
or boiling lava spine, rollers crashed on sunny atolls
in a trade wind eye, or hover near john the baptist
the louvre, near a perpetual crowd around mona

travel alone
lest you be pulled in circuits
to placques, artifacts, masterworks and edifice
europe took itself too seriously, rip it off a wall
she insisted we tour spanish ruins in new mexico
crumbling missions, convert savages at sword point
we ran from ruin to ruin, tensely, diligently

so much history in new mexico!
or a wandering mind between pressure points
a now ocean dotted with then, here not there
a little history goes a long way in space
and you, the anti-itinerary
between get back and go

there is a lot packed in here
or out there where the ruins
rain, i can see far through the
archways that once were
temples of knowledge
and healing, in the ruins
there still is a voice that
waits words to fill in again
the shape of the land
and the cry of the wind
still tell the story
and still the ruins

yes, an awful lot packed in
'there's so much history in new mexico'
still remember those words, well yes, um
took nice photos in that low sunbeam freeze
funny how the ruins were similar to beaten rock
cliffs and formations, compared them all later
raw shape of the land, tell the story