point of interest

A point of interest
Waiting to poke through
Let these words splice through
Take aim..the white of their eyes..fire
Historian takes a glance
I build a fire
Inside this ever unquenchable body
Push through the corridors
Flicker then a flash
Let the light pierce the filter
Until it all falls through
Nothing left to hold back
Tears of joy splash back
Hair whipping in the wind
A riptide pulls us all out
Moment by moment
Crack of dead silence
Then it all boils down
Breath at full potential
Coast apparent
Roll around the loop de loop
Every kindred spirit is a flame
A scent carried through time
To transcend our bodies
And pull us out of the ashes
Come full circle
Dust to dust recycled bones
Melding of the senses
Out casting your shadow
Its all we become
Now a rusty nail
A point of interest
Waiting to poke through