Look, Pt. 2

In Dallas plain—
A wide vector of thing
You call a big empty—
Warm, hovering in situ.

And in this sand,
An endless pain
Of judgment and self-
Reckoning,
The same stiff air
All my life
Down.

And through it all,
You call my name,
Welcoming.

And, seeing me,
You, divinity, call

A car engining,
Dead Road,
Slendering—
All alone, ride

You pull my arm
You, calling me
You suffer fate
And self—

And through it all,
You call my name,
Welcoming.

You turn around
You're hollowing
You couldn't find me in the dark