It takes only a breath of air from the north
and these shadows will swallow me
all-consuming, slipping away to Eleusinian dreams
more real than anything I leave behind
Why do these streets seem so familiar?
This is a place where only time has walked
and yet behind black windows I know my past awaits me
Sand gathering in unswept corners
disturbed in my wake after endless days untouched
The echoes of my heartbeat fill this place with apparitions
that fade away before drawing their first breath
so that I walk alone among ghosts of myself
always deeper into the heart of this dream
with no destination save a new road onward
and no return but on a path already dissolving away
I’m up too late.