i have traveled to the east to be with you and you were not there. i looked to the south and all i could see was orion pointing his arrow at me. is there a missing beat to my heart, what is the sound it keeps making? i am old songs and movies all covered in dust. you are grace kelly reborn as athena, come down from the mountain to tear shit up. straddling roman architecture and feeding the ghosts of lower manhattan. there is a star that is kept secret, to the left of where you are looking right now. it was put there by me, so long ago i can’t remember. it is where i wait for you.