World Stops
At the end of the trip
Blank and sudden (?) going backVoyage terminated at long lastWaiting for the high-speed rocketTake me back to where I knowThe ride's not easy, it's not calmBut going back at long lastAll the faces, all the voicesSomehow I stay at the back of it allWatching my body go through the motionsIn a slice of time and spaceGuess I was there, I surely must have beenIt's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?)But going back at long lastSomehow seems so much more importantLooking through all the eventsClear on out to single pointsWhere it's quiet and stillAt the end of the tripThe world stopsAnd I can stare at the wood and stoneAnd the objects of place take on their own lifeNothing's really so different at the end of the voyageIt's all an extension of my thoughtAll the differences disappearAnd a quiet calm floats me in the air