Feeling it on the shoulders
dark birds of stone
that sing when I'm sad
and howl when I'm awake.

On the fields
memories get another
and I forget.

"It's all down there!" - some yell.

Walking now
feeling the dirt
in the naked feet,
being dirt for a moment.

All thoughts
entangled by the ground
I can sense the moon now.

All past seems gone
yet to face it for long.

Chasing the rational thought
can unthought your life
to a misleading fortune
unreal to all eyes but yours.

And we are here to feel together
what we give up on our selves...