No One to Retrace My Steps with Me and Ask If I Remember

It can't be said that it can't be said,

And I, for that matter, would rather instead

Wake to the basics which fascinated,

Like cherishing burns and returning to bed.

The light in the cave overlapping the mind

As dreams, ever-tapping, come up from behind.

Bedded by a slowness of thought,

I empty my shoes of reminders.

spider in the road wandering between

slivers of woods in velvet dark green

like tentacles gripping hard against stone

warning of danger beneath what is shown

the shadows in flight swollen ignite

the moon the road and charming delight

black cage sways burning above me

bizarre as voices that echoed they love me

sweat on the mouth and mud at my feet

a hug from behind as only you’d greet

whisper my name your breath gives off heat

you flee to black water through fields of dead wheat

Then again, there is no again.
A glance at the face of the state that we're in,
Lost now forever to predilection
And dreams that dissolve just as they begin.