my mind is too vague
for what 
is innate
i desire you 
still
lost at eighteen
lost that
distorted memory
accompanies me

now i'm made up 
of fifty-seven solstices
i need affirmation 
in withdrawal
then 
i need this
writhing dance

today
my lost love
is found 
lost out 
of those lies
who said
i peaked 
what peak i only
peeked
at eighteen 
that's why i missed it
ain't reached her yet
lost her dubiously
i never made
no money

i'm looking in a star chart
to hitch on somebody else's star
mind's too vague
mental concepts tend 
to be formless
mind ages
like a ghost clearing
one thought 
held breath
one aged 
pocket of air
floating 
in vast
water