monitoring the clouds that chase me
only two or three weeks left in my mind
unless I can find my four leaf clover
nominal moist as the ground can truly get
taking a breath as slowly as my mind can stand it
across the curve of a rock so pure
isn’t the first time I have suffered and wont be the last
normal is not a way I have ever desired to live
really eating up each moment of meditation
and readying myself for the travel of a lifetime
intense in my focus to see you as it should be
nocturnal reuniting with you in tranquility