Honest Fool

Everything that lies around you,
all the broken pieces,
go gather them up.

Tonight, we make a bonfire
with but a single [[hope]]:
to get it. To really, [[real]]ly
get it.

If we gather [[enough]] fuel,
then the flame [[will]] only [[be]] snuffed
by returning sun[[light]]
and maybe, in such sincere
failure, will we find the open


  • Lightyears away, almost home