my youthful loneliness ventured
the aridness of the desert in search
of company transforming in my eyes
the wilderness into a paradise
with maiden fair and beautiful
breathing freely on my face cool
and then, hot air like inside my ford focus
on a wintry drive keeping my cold blood warm
awareness as was in Prince Siddhartha
unexpectedly crawled into my mind
disturbing my nightly peace
transforming the breath, the poise
into an unbearable noise prompting me
like a coward to creep out fearing
on the morrow i may rise snappy and cranky
preferring to rid of sleep and shiver in cold
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