The Infinition

Somewhere really far away from here

and in a pasture that not yet exists

will be the story of us.

Somewhere a really long time from now

and in between a bunch of trees that knew us

when we were young and beautiful

I'll be alone with no abilities to converse over common tragedy.

Somewhere untouched and unblemished

by the perennial destruction of the present day,

will be the glimpse of our future with the taint of absolution.

Somewhere in the land of invisible broken hearts

I will become the shell of my former self

with no one to tell me how magnificent my mind used to be.

Somewhere in the fairy dust of a place without fairies

will be the shedding of everything shameless.

Somewhere

I'll wander that day

pulling up roots and roots and roots

until the eternal arboreous line

leads me back to you.