A fleet of sound & light assaults me.
The world is nagging. it has nothing i could possibly want.
It knows and hates me for that, with its thin, ugly hatred,
its faces in the dirt, its thick asphalt breath, its
rustling, vengeful arms, pretending to be trees.

It will prove me a liar. I do want.
Indeed one want has mazed its way into me and sits
whispering inside. touch me, woman,
awaken me with your truthful words. let me
sleep in your night and wander in your day.
Let me drift through your life like a boy lost in a jungle.
Let my eyes find their home in yours
and my hands rest from their frantic search in your relic's
face.

I will break all my words for you. I will not look at
another sky.

There is no more ancient trade, freedom for a wife.
Camels for the tent.
A sword for a bed.
Nomad legs for roots.
Armor for Armor.
Clay for clay.