by
I think
Therefore I am
I thought
Wherefore I have been
No one told me
it’s a sinful crime
Now I am out of sync
homeless within housed Time…
Upon the dreams’ rust
amid the corrupt blues
and darker hues
comes the House Master
Imp Wanderer
The Treader
of the Dust
a collector of celestial dues…
Time Changeling in wind calling
in tombs, in tomes, of changing
of the gods musty shadowing
Ancient Ones
old remains Quachil Uttaus
and I am the remains, the dust.
