Charon

Jesse S. Mitchell

To evolve into angels
To evolve into men.
That the only thing kept in our hearts
Is coldhearted whim.
That everything changes, like vantage points
Stations of the stars.
Just a pulse.

Distant some men making distant some plans
in some faraway distant places.

Around the world I may ripple.
Around the world I may roam.

Distant the distance between the days
In some ticktock distant time
So distant, some distance
This faraway from home.
Just a urging
On.