the universal frequency of light

We ride our bikes into the brush 
flying effortlessly down winding thin roads
endlessly searching and reaching for that next breath
that next grace 
to lift the weight of gravel inside our stomachs

i am trapped in that broken state of consciousness
between sleep and wake
where the rest and rem comes from a deeper sort of aching need 
fullfilled
in the early hours of time

branches shift against your window,