Is drunk, at the bar, really the best place to catch up on your reading he asks

As if there's any other answer than yes

In a crowded space or my empty apartment

The fields of The Land reach me

Taken through the uncharted

Up and up and up towering mountain peaks

Through caverns and canyons and caves

To the top of the peaks, jagged and rough

Like God himself forgot the usefulness of sandpaper

To see the plains and city and stampede of horses like an eagle above Eden

To watch the Giants sail upon their ships reaching for a home lost a thousand years

The unbelieving forced to believe while others call them denial

The home of rock and stone

Blocked by gates and never yielding guards

Who would give up their very lives in the defense of the Lords

To be affected with such intensity that I must put the story down

Walk away

Tears welling

Heart racing

Cigarette shaking

To think of the loved one who shared this

To understand him in ways I never had

When I come into the bar and you see me with my nose in a book

Yes, this is exactly where I want to be