going to world's end

 waiting for the song to pick us up again
 a chorus to keep us company

 here we stand
 at the bus stop in the train station
 on pemberton pier
 on frigid nantasket beach
 the ocean's dull roar a variation on silence

 here we let go
 of the language on our fingertips

 the engine's hum the dry heat
 in the car going back on route 3A
 my skin cracks in unexpected places
 my bloody knuckles become a map
 in great chow's orange light

 here we stand here we let go
 waiting for the song to pick us up again