The ruins of my ego
Build my landscape
Why do you still haunt me?
Why do you need my Richter scale
To measure you?
I have nothing but sifting sands
Beneath my feet
I hand off your gifts
As quick
As you give them to me
Funny your constructions
Only abstract me
Shimmering in the sun
Like webs
That catch dew
And
Bits of angry buzzing
Like that black dirt snake
Whipping himself
Across my path
Just to say
“I’m here too”