I am a wanderlust nomad,
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.

I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.

I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.

I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my  multi-dimensional soul