finally, just because i've been writing much more than usual of late and therefore need a (non-judging) outlet:
Time and circumstance: a dastardly pairing,
Scheming, conspiring—I deviate from my bearings;
No emotional True North exists if truth be told
But I forge ahead with teeth grit and mind bold.
I navigate this treacherous terrain in search of you,
A phenomenon, collision of charged particles—illuminate.
Unreachable, unfathomable, my frustration accrues,
Still I jostle yet furiously against this doomed estate.
The vast expanse of wasteland stretching impossibly far
Ahead of my eyes—is there an end in sight?
I trundle, you tromp, absent any rhythm between the two,
My hopeful, beating heart faces only winter’s blight.
The compass always points back