Haze engulfs the rivers muddy banks An abandoned barge waits silent and alone In a portrait drenched in fog, I walk As a bird of prey sits atop his throne
Days like these feel only partially real, Give a warm embrace to the tides that we feel I don't remember my own name Condition one cold swept it away I left my bones on Annapurna When we were a thistle by the waterfront Once there was an islet here, But long ago it sunk