Korrision i

When the roads ran out

We just kept on

Found our way from

Desert to forest to mountains to shoreline

Heard the calls of Korrision

Followed the hum round mazy dunes

As the random scattering of

Meadow plants occupied themselves

In improbable glades.

Thoughts had separated, threads had stretched

As we tried to determine the radius of loss,

Arguing the functionality

Of time as a reaction against matter

We try to find our fulcrum

In the land where mathematics

Once ruled over the mockery

Of the pathways between.

When the roads we ultimately found

Time had lost us

Shallowed our distance.

We let our thoughts turn to the

Dressing of windows, sweeping of bar-fronts

As Georgios stirs with the slow unwinding

Ticking and tocking

Of a season unlocking

Shuttered apartments

Cautiously unfrocked

Hire-cars’ wheels un-chocked…

…and balcony dances

Lip-locked