Where do you come,
From?
Looking back into desert mirage
The snake sliding across the road
Ahead, a boulder to carry
Like memories in tiny broken drawers
All the pent-up guilt, remorse, nostalgia, attachment
To the imprints within mind
A machine that never seems to wear down
And yet, breaks you, it’s skeleton beneath curtains
Into particles of sand
For the snake skin to morph into.
