In a room, in a house other than your own?
On a hill in a dream, standing all alone?
Walking down a hallway to take your punishment sweet?
In a bar with the business doing meet and greets?
Up a tree as a child, hovering above eternity?
In a tunnel, an escape, running, tears a burning thee?
On a cloud with a clown, telling funny stories?
Wrestling with a landlord on the murky floor of incivility?
Bloodied and bruised, disabused of the idea
That we can choose?
Or covered in oil, purring, writhing as hands of a beauty
Knead thee to carnal ecstasy?
Fasting? Forgetting? Concept jamming?
Slicing? Sweating? Social scamming?
Do you still know who you are? What you are doing?
Does it matter?
Above the chatter can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Tell me, where have you been, my friend?