My mind is a twilight trawler
Looking down on each step
One eye always forward
Heavy, loud steps
Each with its own timbre and reason

Every turn is a surprise
When you're alive

But I find myself
In a certain corner
Of a certain city or forest
And it's time to learn the streets,
Or the trees
And find more than water.

My mind is a twilight trawler.

I look hard at your daughter.
I look hard at other people's daughters.
I look down on each step,
With stronger feet and sharper head

But paint me black and call me dead,
I look back at your daughter.

Unjust

Observing

In-between

Undecided...

*****.

I­ am the product of many forces
My drive is not to find their sources
But carry on the human lust--
The gift of light evinces dust.