My head, thickset with smoke, emotion's run,
Arid hills ring augmented, fragile child
Twists, and vanishes to midnight blue sun,
Perception, understanding beguiled.
Dry hands scar through dry dirt, while a head,
Turned towards the rear, towards here, silhouetted
In a wagon where once, I made a bed;
Reality or my mind grown fetid?
I reveled too far in my revealing
To keep virgin cup, Aqua waters free,
Once, no matter how petty their being,
How sublime, content with me, just to be.