I have felt better than now. I’m not exactly sick, but my sinuses are on the brink and I’m out of patience. Please forgive this less than lucid attempt at poetry.
A dry well in a dry land
A black sun over black sand
A dead man in a dead tree
Awaiting there, awaiting me.
A mute guide gives a mute sign
A lost boy in a lost shrine
A bad man gives a bad gift
Arising soon, arising swift.
Awakening, awakening
The time is ripe, the time is now
Awakening, awakening
The time has come to keep my vow.
Tale Told 