I curse myself
The blindness and alienation
Passed on my body so many times
That the future should have tattooed itself on my
shoulder
I move from everywhere to dredge me
I move from everywhere to dredge me
It is a special splurge from where nothing comes out
Mistakes
Deaf to the hatches of the buried time we spent
You looked for me without ever finding me
You looked for me without ever finding me
So is it I who am lost
You threw me off of my center
As before
As before
Fingers tangled under the tongue
July 2011