Let Me Reminisce
Born of the desert, of the road long and straight —
a single thought amidst clouds of dust
dwindles before me, catching
losing light, losing finding
A tangible state that is
unguarded
that is solid, and still, my eyes feel weak
I am where foolish fire consumes
Walk my skin and drown in the worries of my palm
in the rivers on my back
I have only a longing — it is for those shadows
which I felt veiled my nights — and now
like the stretched hours of a nightmare
that undo the bellman’s toll
Shade exists only behind me,
I long only for a thought
I am where foolish fire consumes
