I shed my eyes, molt my skin.
With a glance to the side
I change direction.
Facing the coming cold of unbridled Autumn.
I search desperately
For the no place that is my home.
Loosely grasping vivid refractions.
A rainbow of perceptual change.
And not the slightest hint to what she sees at me.
The moon shadows the sun.
A day of night,
When all disquieted souls
turn left in their graves.
Again I change my face.
Painting invisible masterpieces.
Testaments to the glory
of my travels through