Fallowness - Latitudes

Take off your shoes

Leave them by the door

And mind your feet

On the holes and the cracks in the floor

Walk to me

You’re mine to rest

On the splinters, on the broken glass

And that crooked bench

In the depth

In the sunken cliffs

Our fallowness

Lain in wait

To ambush me

Most of my life

Take all your light

Leave it by the door

And slow your fire

In the circle of standing stone

Walk to me

Erase your name

In the weird depths, in the sunken cliff

Our fallowness

In the depths

In the sunken cliff

Our fallowness

Lain in wait

To ambush me

Most of my life

Why is there nothing

Where there should be something?

To ambush me

Most of my life