STRANGER ALIVE

I last heard something like a blight in the head

Post keeps rolling till you read what you read

And when it's all supposed to be dead

Keeps falling back in my lap like an urgent request

The one I left, the one I left

In the sun, I was nothing for so long and meaning is fleeting and tired

I know anxious women with no mouth to spit in

Devotion is a cancer, a stone that's falling endlessly

Trace a life, what a shame

An elegy is wasted

But if they find you, stranger, alive, the path behind you is lit from the side somewhere beyond the passage of time