Obscure Apparent

Put me away in a carrying case behind your back.
Refresh, drawn a blank, drawn immortal fear of feeling lonely,
drawn up tight in the muscles wound through your neck
and pacing my breaths with the shifts in your vertebrae.

Flattened ferocity
in the callused way you grip the air next to me,
with polished wood and strings growing in rings from your palms
and up to the hot air balloon you wear as a sunhat on even the rainiest days.

Teach me to see as you see.
Lose yourself in clouds of solitude, secondary
only to smiling for keeps thirty miles west of anywhere.
Without a starting point, the only thing you have is
a noticeable lack of something to find.