Prime

I made a start

Looked back just once.

Rebels of the frontier,

I can make it make sense.

Defenders of the real,

All I can see are dolphins.

I feel close to them

And no one else.

Road to nowhere,

Point of no return,

Stream of consciousness

He was just one.

Like a prime number,

He was devoid of plus.

He looked up waited, so frustrated.

I am vanishing into the trees

Defenders get onto your knees

Defenders get onto your knees