Bearing my errors.
Bearing my mistakes and trying
Overcoming the disagreements where I have
The face most audacious, even fierce,
From the time he had thought much blander
The weight slowly dressed me
What all that in fact suits myself
And another face when the moon comes
Expressed this background crumbling,
I calm my voice, but I cannot,
Each new inauspicious homeless
Scanning outside how this harvest field,
The life does not permit the walk
And I know the dead at the end of the road
Just the emptiness prepares me.