I gather my confusion and my things

My steps

And the remaining illusions

Of my body.

I run beyond time…….

Beyond the vacant air

And space.

Yesterday I drew my open space here

And dreamed a lot,

I sowed shade, and fruit, and crops around

And with flames I wrote my poems . . .

Yesterday

I had plenty of time

To embroider space with words.

But today

I am left with nothing

But my dejection

And the crumbs of yesterdays gone by.

Thus I gather my things

Mt earthy belongings,

I wrap myself up in my own confusion

And I run

I run beyond time.

I propagate into the distance

With neither shade

Nor sun…….

I am out of context.