The silky patterned sky
Clambered through the opening in your window
Firm dark shadows gripped
The space that separated us
From the tomorrow that
Scratched helplessly at the door
The static spark of your
Burnt ambition dragging
Across dry fields of memories
Sad and lost
Floating amongst them
I am washed
And dirtied again
And battered
And bruised
Until I find
Something to grab
I clutch
With pale and trembling fingers
The possibilities
That moments ago
Seemed miles away
And now scratch my knees
And coat my hair
And taste of
sweet sweet sweet
Victory