Vanishing Point

The vanishing point is on me. One blinking island—a light

In the darkness there’s a sign, the vanishing line is mine

I cannot reach tomorrow, see your face or breach your sorrow

There, in the corner of the sky, a waving hand takes flight

The vanishing point is on me

Clear the orchard, clear the rise

A line vanishing, a line vanishing

Clear the airport, clear the sky

A line vanishing, lines vanishing

Clear the table, close the door

Speak your name, step toward—