Some smokey memory
hidden in a deep recess
reminds me death is a friend
I so crave that light I’ve known
That night I pounded the floorboards
curled my body around leg chairs
clung to my mothers old womb
crying to the moon
shouting questions silently
why… Why… WHY?!
Sprouted from your womb, I wish to return
growing from your consciousness
I wish to dissolve
I was a fire in the eye
eyeless in its completeness
vision in its blankess
burn through me
burn me whole

My inspiration
has gone walkabouts
My imagination
cleared right up

Each step I've taken
through inked meadows
Every wave I've surfed
of rhythmic flows

Did I take a wrong turn
or have I reached an end
Does my flame no longer burn
and will it ever mend

I look to my left
I look to my right
Only blankess to ingest
An empty night

I turn each page
Blank, unwritten
No where to engage
Inspiration has hidden