Lane's poem "Direction" hits upon a theme that, to me at least, just resonates. This one--"getting gone"--I think strikes a similar theme, and I've always thought of it as a sequel of sorts to my poem "Concrete Canyons," which I've posted previously.

getting gone

come love
let’s slip skins
and shed the last
whispers of self

let’s chase
the midnight wind
and dance naked
silvered in moonlight

let’s loose these
shackled souls
and embrace
boundless spirit

this night can serve
to heal our endless hurts

why let their gray
and dying earth
bind us
their colorless skies
drain us
their clean, straight lines
define us

why stay prey
to those whose lives
are less bound
when others
are less free

come love,
let’s leave the
world we know;
the one that claims us—
and get gone.

haven’t we lived
here long enough