a faceless runner
away from the slippery sky
the sinking fray
of thoughts beginning
to fall astray
whichever is true
I'm sorry for I do not
know what I really mean
and thoughts falling astray
like eyes gone dilated
--seeing without really knowing--
living lovely lives
which really don't
belong to me
so I run away
from the sores
and sail boats
which leave behind
those bruises