Been walking for sometime
don't know why I'm here
I
no longer remember
Longings
and hunger and thirst
have
made their way with me
entangled,
overgrown
this
is what I know
I
browse old photos
recordings
stars
of the lid
I
look at her eyes
how
she was touching me
I
look for clues
Oh,
I'm a cog
a
billiard ball
foaming
over
and over
ripping,
pleading
Will
the next person
who
comes down the path
save
me
steer
me away from here?
But
down this path
is
vacancy
is
sea lust
a
container
for
the craving
of
oceanic solace
of
destination
In
the mirror of ponds
I
see tired eyes
blued
eyes
foreign
in
the cold of night
I
hear chattering of teeth
startlingly
near
But
no one
there
is no one
If
you wonder why I walk
it's
because I've already sat
hung
my head
And
sitting is much worse
you
lose more than you know
spin
yourself knots
dirt
in every crevice
At
least with walk
you
dull the nerves
distract
the eye
keep
status quo
Again,
again
I
find myself here
in
this forest
like
yesterday
like
the day before that
And
on these days
shivers
and shakes move through
I
hear them come out of me
feel
them as if emanating
from
some wound
and
the day follows night
even
if night doesn't end
in
your head
Yes,
there's the typical resistance
to
spilling myself
but
I'm alone
would
like at least one friend
even
it is has to be me
Perhaps
I will draw a map
if
I cannot get myself out
to
the sea
I
will at least work
care
for this path
removing
obstacles from it's flow
cleaning
it
with
salt love
that
burns
Am
I a phoenix
from
these ashes?
How
many ponds does it take
to
clean a man?
Will
you tell me
friend?
Won't
you tell me
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