No white flags fly
In the slow climb
Your hands bleed red
Like mine
A writ test, a call
In sickness, here, resolve
To always play
Never know the time of day
Accelerate the pour
Route from top to floor
Won’t take aim here any more
Wild out alone
Solemn, still, a stone
A holding place but no home
Half time, be slow
Breathe and know
This stone waits here for its bones