Impact

My feet are in the cobwebs
My head is in the stone
We tear out pictures
From the tumbleweed
To make a life
A dream
A home
We are the last ones left
After the impact
Remote
Stuck within ourselves
A pool of litter
Delivered by the storm
Lifeless
On the slab
Laid out bare
Our footprints are small
Too small to illuminate
The price we paid
Sometimes it haunts us
So we walk
Painting scenes
With cherry bombs
Lemonade
Vanilla drops
Drops
Penny
Down the well
No door to sweep away the dust
Coal in our hands
On our tongue
So thirsty
Nothing we need
Seems to be where we need it
And so we move
One step at a time
A circle is only a circle if you follow it around
States Alice
And so we move
My head shakes off the cobwebs
My feet kick off the stone.