Comin' Home

We're Two Points Collapsing 
Supercharged From the Storm 
Sun Drench in Our Faces, Too Deformed 
Bliss With Intent to See Us 
Peeling Locust Skins From the Locust Tree 
Hang On to These Places She Says to Me 
Clearly in This Afternoon 
Clearly We Will Have to Turn and Come Home Soon 
She Fell Into Me a Point Collapsing 
With Her Loving Face in the Snow 
The Mission Could Be Corrupted