The moon is as new as the birth of a child.
A good excuse for remembering nothing I did yesterday.
For I have misplaced an entire city.
And searching for it would be such a wasted effort.
My brain has signed a contract with the impossible.
Where is that place? Who is this person?
Is the past all myth anyhow?
Or am I living in its slowly spreading shadow?
With my earth out of commission, the sky is all that’s left to me.
A star falls. I reach out to catch it.
But it too offers nothing but emptiness.
So I may not know you but you will know me.
Look to the field beyond the last of the houses.
I am the beggar with the outstretched hand.