If I fail enough times for you,
My life would count as success—
For I would have given my heart a curfew
Safe from reach,
Out of Conquest.
An echo shouts back
From the deep subcranial regions
Of swirling outlined time,
A memory of we,— I see
Your hand clasped tightly in mine,
Walking barefeet through the brown-black sands
Of Waipio Valley.
I ask when have you experienced this
You reply never.
The Alpha always drives forward—
Whilst the Omega —dissevered from this realm—
Watches us from
Outside the Helm