The aim of these projects
was to reorient the self
toward more transcendental
escapades. We bade farewell
to the waters that birthed us
from kelp and foam,
and set out to find a home
better suited to our spiritual
zeal. Other than the feeling
of constantly falling back
into ourselves as those roused
from dreams to waking
consciousness, what did we
really possess? The best narratives
come together almost by accident.
We keep ourselves pent up
in penthouses we can barely afford,
unsettled scores piling up
around us like the walls of a fortress
with no way in and no way out.

-r. miller