at moon,
we resorted to land our hopes back on earth,
to cast our eyes
away from the shrivelled skies
and back to earth,
for by looking up
we felled our legs,
broken kneed,
we rushed with blind feet in deepening mud

sobbing in the cold
lets steal a glance to the warm ******* of middle aged women
who speak of the weather
that speaks of their minds

blank sheets filled w sweat
turn and turn around the legs
the neck burning,
though water trickle its way to some ***
the eyes dewy at morning
the heart darkened and the mind howling in agony
but the soul,
thirsty soul,
still gritted against sleep