The Trick (is to keep moving)

Take your Heaven in Measured Doses

  Spread Adequately—Apart—

Lest we Forget, Enduring Hell,

  Be the Greatest Performance Art.

And Distance, Now—Measured in Miles

  From the Heart's Refined Extremes

Grants us Breath we'd never Have

  Confined in a Room of Needs—

So Let It Be—that Place—Above—

  Within our Minds, we'll Always Have

A Shore to Crash those Waves of Love

  And a Place to Store what's come to Pass.

With Eyes to See—and Arms to Reach—

  The Horizon—is Ours to Own—

Lest we're Blinded and Crippled by

  That Concept Known as Home—

To Be Both Shore, and Stormy Sea—

  To Be Both Sky and Dark Abyss—

Take Her* Hand—no Matter Where—

  Before The Chance is Missed.

                                            *The