we filed the point to a nub
and buried it in the sand
we chipped it off with a club
no longer would it stand

gleeful zealots cling to ideas
but couldn't rescue us from ambiguous seas
every pinnacle above the rest
smashed by a successor
and floundering I almost submitted
to your saviour
the humour of it all?

bring me home once more
I'll show you what you missed
in the dark
the spaces between nothing
the nothing between us
meet me in the parking lot
after work

one delicate trace of cold night
whispers through the window
lacing our warmth with obsidian
until killed by the summer

I'm left retracing my steps
to find myself
where I lost you