I
shrouded stranger,
were you cold and hunched over in the night?
do you drink your coffee, moonlit,
from tin canned heat?
too many questions.
I know.
II
see,
this story without answers?
my dreams and
lined up with reality,
like a filter
sediment sifted down,
levels formed.
paintings in the desert.
sunlit.
III
same structure
like snaking codes
haunts me,
to the eye,
it lies,
I search for its heart.
there's no reason
why.
IV
old
clean
bones
man
skeleton
man
buried
like
me
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