I took
stock of everyplace
I had
been,
Everywhere
I had touched.
I
imagined going back to my
Old haunts
Carefully
erasing my fingerprints.
Some
were covered by layers
Of
dust or mold
Others
showed traces of regret
Most had
fissures filled with rust-
Red,
angry scales
Which formed
as I befriended the dispassionate.
These embossments
rendered me untouchable
A
cruel and a just punishment:
Sidelined
for being an apparition of myself.
I wished
for clear surfaces devoid of my history
A thorough
polishing
With an
obliterating magical cloth.
No, I
did not want to disappear.
Relentless
sky
Wilderness
unfolding in complexity
Sand
and foam hard as flesh
Searise
mountains
Rockboned
the scented land, awaited embracing.
