I have seen the endless suns
their sinister stare steals

my weary ribs bury
cries lost and dead

I long to chase the wind.
but the Rising, the Setting
the High above...

"Meaningless! Meaningless!
Utterly Meaningless!"

deep in the golden desert
the mirages fold,
a robe of milk and honey.
And

I believe.

"fool"

my precious,
precious pink!
my clean flesh.
mutilated.

"fool"

I can count all my bones
they look.
they stare at me.

*"Is there anything new under the sun?"