from whence i came

how has it gone?

up from this stupor,

splitting sleepy yellow sands

hearken from where i come;

how far have you gone?

up, up from your well!

...and see in the water, your reflection

tug more gently on my beating strings

for it's fragmented, worn from trivial things

within dire and under ire

flesh and blood must surely tire

trumped the racket in my solitude

far deeper, further you intrude

till alone turns to lonely

and ego strangles self wretchedly

i break from my canter

and drop to the ground

take a sigh, find my center

look up towards where i am bound

over my shoulder i try to see

if the way i've took is worth the while

invariably i still see me

clawing, crawling - with a smile