All Night

My life played me the lost voicemails. The Disappeared and the forgotten. The once- Wished-for. The never and the never-to- Receive. Through static the voices of those Lost stretched out beyond the vale. I heard My brother in his child's voice—the only one I'd ever known—sweetly calling out my name. My true love's words brought forth his Semblance like a magic spell. Made the Raincloud beating in my chest break free at Last into a long, torrential rain. A friend's Face I had all but forgotten peered at me Softly through galactic milk glass and I felt Glad I had rescued him from my mind's Interior well. I began to turn towards the Others I had left there. I wanted to recover. It was Eurydice, redux. I was Orpheus, un- Bound. All that's decided, I decided then, Was done so in the outcrop. On sonic cliffs And shoals of fallen moonstones. At the ruins Of the acropolis. Where the blurred edges of Burnt-down Rome prospered fruitfully and Without need of human prompt or definition. The phone was and is always blinking. Pick it Up. The citadel left you a message saying the Future dreamed your face. Your father wants You to know he changed his mind and your Mother wants you home. There's still time. Give up now so that somewhere somehow Something can finally come to capture you.