she’s the sage burning in your gut if only you could see it the thin veil of smoke separating you from Eden if you can follow it ride her

as the clock strikes a little past midnight as I sit down to write a friendly stranger led only by moonlight stops by to soak in the glow...

I’m coming into my own I’m coming home once lost at sea marooned by the desert in me grains of sand pouring from my eyes shards of glass...