Prostrate Peregrin

Under a brightly carved moon
I paused and lay, before adulthood, to think
A weighted metal box resting solemn on my chest
For a penance I've done three years hence

I leapt a chasm
Of solipsism
To split my legs between duality
And to confirm
Cogito ergo sum

I fled my parents thought
A reasoned path it made
To a home, I knew,
I'll never find rest in

I pitch my tent at the crossroads
And perform comedies for my friends
The pilgrims I meet walking past

Till finally my head is split

(And all my minds collection
Sane coins that I have mentioned
Would spill nameless on stones below
In the locations moonlight rarely shows)

For I chase a guess of love
Whos shy hair would brush past and mumble poisoned
Regrets in a saliva I find
On all the shirts that I like

Then I stumble drunken back together
Into the pale light I'd lay whole and hopeless in
A cracked and resealed self
Held together by the pressure
Of the computer sodden with poetry unwritten
Resting heavy on my chest