In the land of the unknown
I rushed to my call
heated, in black and brown
eyes could even see through me
to the sight of the moon in the noon
planted no seed but could feel some grains though I rose on dark head gear like the whiteness of the coconut so was my hidden look at me, an out cast of myself the wind pierce heavily bleeding without tears what could this be horn, horn with dust of feet counted my legs to earlier ''called''
my mind could now sleep
just walking through the height of life.