My age is of no import
just the sea and these rays
to love is to distort

The breeze has shaken me
to a path of red dust
that billows when set free

Nights are enclosed
where a mat of stars
nudges my upgazing nose

Structure crumbles
like wet sand trampled
time itself wilts and tumbles

I am all I was but now
liberated of rails
it’s just me and the clouds somehow