my head takes a few twists on my swivel
rock forth as i stand up
i am as tall as the redwoods
and inside my beating core spreads out
into whirling tunnels and long passage ways
the mountains and the ticking clock
battle for my attention
all is filtered blue here
i breathe in slow and hard
im trying to reach across the miles
trying to catch the scent of you
inhale til you get here
and then
we sleep.