that I am a memory and a moment
an idea of what I may become
or who I was but a dream
a child of limitless sky
not with elements and energies
carnal wants to feed an aching need
to scratch wanton aggitations
lucid and flowing
timeless boundless
wishing for not towards a sunless moon
of pulsating spired stars escelating towards
unknown
yet, who am I to assume?
to read the endless sky
of a needle sewing light
a sun
a moon
an eye