There’s a book
Dog-eared
From all the years
It spent howling
There’s a page
That appeared
In the House
Where I was hiding
And the words
Tell of a man
Who was lost
In the life he was living
And the letters
Drawn in the sand
Disappearing
And no one remembers
There’s a story
With ragged hymns
As thin as
A spiderweb
And a writer
With too many sins
And far too much
Time on his hands
And his life
Tells of a man
Who was lost
In the myth he believed in
And his words
Are buried in sand
Fading away
As soon as he speaks them
