When we burned out again
about halfway to never and the
babba told us to go back, back
back before
before we were born
before these bodies

before the stars
and find ourselves there
before the forests
and the darkness
before god

After a while
you start to notice
the time travel

Projection back and
forth an image of your
younger self

When stars were all
that sailors had
to guide them home

And a smile or a
prayer was all he had
to remember his woman

The gods held mercy
and vengeance