Korrision

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