Destiny, you trace the silver scars across the night,

whisper my forgotten name between the dying stars;

I follow every echo of your distant fire,

through highways made of memory and rusted wire.

In the static of the morning I still hear you breathe,

a secret frequency no clock can ever leave;

I’m a ghost in your machine, you’re the wind I can’t outrun—

if I never reach you, Destiny, I’ll keep becoming.

Ten brains in my skull, all firing at once,

One counts the stars, one loads the gun,

One dreams in code, one howls at the sun,

One remembers every lie you ever spun.

Ten lanes on the highway inside my head,

Swerving through the static of the things you said,

Nine think faster than the speed of regret,

One just waits to see what hasn’t happened yet.

Tucson moonrise, paint my skin rust,

coyote choir in the backseat dust.

Your Polaroid smile on the dashboard fades,

like cheap motel paint in the monsoon shades.

I keep rolling west till the saguaros wave,

each needle a promise I couldn’t save.

Send me one bead of your summer rain—

I’ll park by the mission, hear the long freight train

whistle your name through the copper night,

Tucson, my fever, my compass, my flight.

Jump up, kick the sky, spin like a comet,

sneakers on fire, heartbeat drum-it.

Laugh so loud the sun gets brighter,

every high-five turns light lighter.

Run the rainbow, splash through puddles,

cartwheel dreams in bubble muddles.

We’re the spark, the zip, the zing,

forever young and everything.