Twin Plane

I scour the lands And search every crag I traverse desert sands On a quest for my pack We were thick as the blood Coursing through my veins But now all that remain Are stray slivers in the mud We've been kindred In my thoughts again Visceral and vivid On a twin plane Many moons have waxed In the years that elapsed I've flirted with co-ordinates And shifted many shapes Sometimes I'm quicksilver Sometimes I'm tar A celestial observer A shooting star We've been kindred In my thoughts again Visceral and vivid On a twin plane