I get older, and if I walk after sitting for too long,
my knee sings a funeral song.
I’ve lost weight, because I eat less,
and I am more often a warrior in dreams
than a winged being.
I want to go deeper than the spot where Newton shakes his head in frustration.
I want to travel to the collapse of the wave function,
let my mind dissipate and moonwalk backwards…
I remember how it was cloudy gray yesterday.
I buy water at a gas station, and now am walking south.
The wind cries and howls over the mouth of my bottle-
it might be the echo lamentations of an old spirit who was trapped inside,
or I may have drunk him already.