creases

the creases in the page
give me leave to
be free.
what you know,
I don't
but we share intellect.
I'll collect the the why's
and you seek out the who's
do me, do me good,
get me right
and we flee from where
we once stood.

full circle in the night sky
we drag our souls across the roots
by and by we come
with blood on my boots
we the refugees.

if you,
you feel dejected.
look into the milky way of my heart
and I'll lead you to a place,
you'll never be neglected.