back here, in this hostel
where I got it back
alone, I had my back
some years ago
at present time I slack
off but against the sunset sky
the moon
the sheep at dusk
I know there must
be so much more
much more, than this
------battle-scars
and a list
and a list
homesick for heaven
will I make it back
before the gates close, a procession
of thoughts....my heart knows
what my soul denies
a hundred thousand rhymes
later
--- I'm still here
squirming like the green snake
in the grass -
don't go blind
