Broken Unison

We have been dreaming in unison

but those dreams have fallen into

disrepair, eaten away by the

persistent rust of the many days here

on the salted plain.

Far beyond where we ever dreamed

we would go, further than we ought

to have traveled, we have yet to

find a suitable place to exist,

any palliative for the longing

we harbor within the dark and

stagnant reaches of our souls

And, to what end, these souls,

reaching into darkness and

further out to sea, beyond all

known harbors, rife with longing

for the ease of a simpler existence

unsuitable yet needy, wishing to be

found after long travels, scuffing

even further into the dreams

of that fabled beyond,

Beyond the plain of salt and the

days of rust, persisting in our

exit, alive and half consumed with

disrepair, plunging into fallen

lands of dreams, inharmonious and

out of unison with anything

we once were.

Patrick M. Tracy

5/15/17