When the night walked in and silently crept up through the cracks in my door
and I, feeling fragile could not take any more of this pain,
slept again
to walk in my dream time  into the wind that roared in my ears and the rain that poured over me and the fears that no amount of scrubbing would fade.

You made light of it in the morning when I woke,
spoke non too delicately of my inability to converse or commune ,even saying that I would be the architect of my own ****** doom and that I should be happy to have a friend such as you, who in your own words is a boon to a man like me,who can never be free from the eclipses of the past.

and at last there is something to be sure,I can see
that the evening before is still waving at me.
Set me free
let me be unchained from this bond,unbound I could find what it is to be found if it's there
is it there?
Where would I look if it's not?

I have got a village in my chest made of sandstone and they call it a heart
but as it crumbles away
though I grub in the dirt and get dirt in my nails
I can't say that I'll save it from fading
into the calico sails on a ship that will sink in the tears of my eyes.

No surprise then
that I do not converse or commune with other men
but when I am free we will see how it goes
until then, how long I am bound is anyone's guess
unless somebody out there listening
knows.