when you
embark
to that place
on the needle
or the glass
or the spoon, or the flame
are you trying to arrive at some particular destination?
is it the voyage itself that is so enticing?
impossible
to refuse?
or you only trying
totravel
away
from here? when
you leave, why do
we, who stay
behind on this grassy
earth, so frantically, desperately want you to come back to us?
you who so eagerly leave, you who are so nearly
dead and dragging
us behind
you through your stony weed-choked
world