The nosebleed sun bled on me
Shedding me but letting me through
A common ground with a nothing around.
Would help me forget what I knew
A belly of warmth that lives on the sand
Like cold shadows live on the land
A sign that life in a shapes and size
Aren’t equal to that of a man
Death to my left and my ego far behind
I cherish the gift that is life
As I search for a sign a gate or a word
Something that’s different than my made up world