to the wind

and today i sat like a prayer,
silent and hopeful,
in the black still of nautical nowhere,
like a boat tied to harbor,
bouncing off water,
with a big ready-set in my back pocket,
go,
all the way into that midnight,
i can sense absence,
backwards motion pictures speaking to the beast,
this was never a sermon,
nor a confession,
if you came to see bullet holes and cicatrix remnants,
then you were wrong to do so,
i might be off ramblin',
silver lining collarbone,
but not 'cause i'm broken,
i want-want-want,
so i'm gonna chase-chase-chase,
straight through that midnight,
go-go-goin',
all the way into the new