Via - Volumes

Write me off, I’m going south for the year

So take me there, off the map

That no one else could scale

You sat me down, showed me the aerials

That resonate the skies

In between the visual lines, encompassing pines

In the greenery commons

Is it pressed in a book

A history unknown

An isle of concentrated mineral

In elapsed time

Directions to locate the fountain of karats

The sight of gold

They sat me down on a point

And my eyes looked up in texture

The illuminating brim

A solid trilogy circle

Embedded in the rock orbital

When I’m gone you know where you can find me:

Here

It was immaculate in its beauty

A thousand words could never describe the colored brights

Forever, to a shore

Where you can dig the earth and let it run through your hands

As deep as it will glow

We savored the last hour with the turning of the sun

A visual shrine

Existing with electronic lines

An inseparable sign

Intertwined with the corkscrewed

Manifested woman

In front of me, toxicity

In front of me, she barely stood

Take me there

It was immaculate in its beauty a thousand words

Could never describe the colored brights

Forever, to a shore