I am both an exhibitionist
part of a transaction
and response
people gather like clothes
and depart like names
vessel of dirt
permeated by a lost soul
lost to the world
lost to society
lost in experience

I extract horses and the horses
fall from the tracks of my head

All my travels burn in mouth
delicacies of unbroken air
falling on horses
falling on twilight

pushing me from you
and pushing me remote
my heart rises,
hums and returns again
tomorrow it will
arrive as it was before
it left from water
charged and discharged
with life and ropes of water
now it retires
sold to waters.