Tumbleweed Man

TUMBLEWEED MAN The one brought inside The burning red. The sea of the dead The infinite ride, A sea of light, consciousness and potential Brought back from fraudulent, to tragic, into incidental Far too blind to pick a side Or even see which one you’re on Or the right one to get back on; Which could differ from the ladder. I was stuck in my flesh - in the sacramental. In anticipation The shedding begins, This sovereign night This ride is too far gone. If it even matters, the ball is bright The ego shatters. The spirit moves on. The former differing greatly from the ladder. A woman Now passes a cemetery A shudder suppressed, but a cringe is exalted A memory repressed Or a pain reenacted Seen last A sullen lullaby Betrays this shelter to the hounds. They curse her dreams Making scars ache Shadow figures of the past And the haunting of sacred grounds. Brought back from death.