Outside in the wind
I step to think
Interrogate reality
Your despair laid so bare
I can't believe...
Disturbance in the wind
Scatters crows
Pensive crunch of glitter snow
System glitch
I wonder if this really is
The final, final
Version
Contemplate you outside in the wind
Acid sting of winter skin
Sky so clear I could nearly
Pierce the other side
Where
In a variation on this scene
From infinite possibilities
You appear here in flesh
This cannot be
The final, final
Version
If we could reconstruct you from the patterns of you living in a thousand minds
Or to see you laughing backwards on a sunny East Bay street in receding time
There's a song you left unfinished
That you finish
In another version
Outside in the wind
If I could stretch
Between molecules of rising breath
Through the stink of gasoline
To reach another side
Where
A passage opens in your mind
Through that lacerating night
And you walk clear
I fear yet that this may be
The final, final
Version