To wander like the wind of one thousand faces
amplified by silence,
the shadows beckon me to the earth,
with forgotten and smoked memories,
I glide my way through unwelcome fields.
Cast ashore
by the concave sky
beckoning me adrift
on a sea of darkness,
a stranger of many faces.
Haunted by extra commas,
the landscape between
our past and present
separates and unites us
with misplaced and loyal passions.
Anon