From past the dark edge,
a cold road back to safety.
No brakes; little fuel.
Go straight out for home,
full throttle for home.
How to live through that,
unclear as I am
as to the meaning of home?
I go straight for home;
nonetheless, for home.
You can’t go home, fool,
or so the old saying goes,
but I will be trying.
As long as I breathe,
I will aim for home.
Dark Matter 