First, there is a forgotten Grace—tie this end to the fastening nail, hold onto the string no matter what!—
lights along the highway, who else is up at this hour?
-unspooling like a fishing line—
Saviors, truckers, a rogue paper man, and someone buying ice
-who knows how long the journey-
Love songs and lighted windows
Make a map out of insomnia and vigilance
Lost phones and lost loves
Welcome to the labyrinth/ hold tight to the scarlet cord
Every word that proceeds from the mouth of God
Dissolved into Light
