My head, thickset with smoke, emotion's run,

Arid hills ring augmented, fragile child

Twists, and vanishes to midnight blue sun,

Perception, understanding beguiled.

Dry hands scar through dry dirt, while a head,

Turned towards the rear, towards here, silhouetted

In a wagon where once, I made a bed;

Reality or my mind grown fetid?

I reveled too far in my revealing

To keep virgin cup, Aqua waters free,

Once, no matter how petty their being,

How sublime, content with me, just to be.