Sleeping,
just to waste the mind
and wake upon another night

when glares of spattered stars
chatter far beyond the speed of light.

This is the path where hearing isn't knowing, but
seeing things
less clearly.
Where something happened somewhere,
maybe
and I begin to get the feeling

I should be
moving on and moving out;
further down the dead-end walk,
guided by the random hands
of the compass
and the ardent clock.

Some day, (how I fear[yet yearn])
I will round a random corner,
cross some trivial causeway;
catch a root
and stumble over,

and this is where,
after everything,
I will finally see
there's nothing left here
for you
to right
for me...

and I will walk alone;
complacent and complete.

12/12/2003

Author's Note: walking aimlessly never felt so intentional.

Posted on 12/12/2003
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