I am none — a desert with thoughts,
The sun has burned my eyes to ash,
My mouth's palate stung by acid dots,
Stabbing rhymes inflict a lash.
On this path for years I've lumbered,
Seeking home which shadows hide,
By mind's volition are steps numbered —
How, and where, and why I stride?
Left foot at first, then the second,
One more step, a raw stress test.
Body by brain is beckoned
To command all thoughts to rest.
Search for home — where is the way
That fits the one who's blind?
A step behind the glass — to pray —
It's the first step to the Divine.