Shudder and sway and cast a long shadow.
The end of all things and the rush of wind
bleats and whines through wistful chasms.
Where is my hope
and when my love?
Does thy fragrance spill free over my soul
and wash away my sins?
It will pass
and shift
and die
and I tread heavy upon my shadow and stumble on cracked earth.
Palms raw and toes cracked.
When the crow speaks my name and the scorpion my tongue
I will be home and shall despair.