Clouds

The autumn has come before the spring as if

the universe wants to teach me the ways of the universe

and then the pointlessness of it.

A heart with conviction is terrifying

so is the one which is indecisive.

The plague of desire, and the perception that

people always want something from people

keeps me away from people.

When the soul travels outside of the body

what does it seek?

How does it know where to go and

what does it follow?

Are we even sure that desire is bodily?

The trapped water droplets in the clouds

beseech my name and involuntarily

I am driven to be sunk in them.

What relief am I seeking?

How do I know the answers to the

questions I do not know.