excuse my absence, for it will be
lacking words, chasing a silver cloud
that has gone too near, yet too far this summer
a shooting star that fleets by unknowing of its own end
I write in backward letters yet think straightforward
why do the sounds take longer to leave me?
excuse my absence, for I will be riding a wave
thinking of land, whispering a bohemian dream
to those who can sleep while listening
to fury the same way they do music
excuse my absence,for I will be looking into a magnifying glass
at the grains of sand.