teaches

a sickness

what we trust

in cycles

I’m marooned in

an idea

a vessel

dreary

off-shore

fugitive

anchor

lays

what

on the road

is killed

forgetting

casts the runes

closes our eyes

one day

still

stone-faced runes

once in

for us

to write what we wrote

some things

stayed with us

if they were

crowded

even if

to hurt you

gas

flies

if elusive

once

without

no one driven mad!