Follow me on the peak

I am addressing you, my friend, my new resident.

Not so new as old. The old new part of a whole;

The body, me, and the Messenger

Behind the window, my breath fogs the glass

Walls wallpaper loneliness 

I can’t escape a dream I saw last night. 

A goat by the sea was raising a wand and asking for my passcode.

Her eyes were alienly oiled tank

Then I stooped on a sand rock and watched my white feet 

Insomniac of the sun rays a sudden thrust from the goat’s horns 

landed me on the pavement in a perfect squat.

I stood erect, proud to be perceived as a skilled acrobat

I’m not new here; I’m THE WHOLE, the old presence stronger.

The youth in me seeks care from older women.

Will we be free again? My mother! 

Under the burning candles 

In this zone, we are free

Free to join the procession that leads to the fishermen’s boats

We drink strong alcohol from the paper cups hugged by our woolen-gloved hands

And after that, the tram picks us up until the matrix of a steep hill.

Exorbitant and free 

In a spectrum contraction, we release smoke and ash:

We just discovered the treasure trove of a new philosophy.