I am a shepherd without a flock,
a comet without a trail,
fire without smoke,
a ship without a sail.
Or maybe I'm a sail without a ship,
a direction without a vessel,
an engine without a plane,
a bridge without its trestle.
Or maybe I'm a pen with fresh ink,
waiting for the Nile when it floods,
'til then, exercising word banks
and drawing vials of my blood.
fire without smoke,
a ship without a sail.
Or maybe I'm a sail without a ship,
a direction without a vessel,
an engine without a plane,
a bridge without its trestle.
Or maybe I'm a pen with fresh ink,
waiting for the Nile when it floods,
'til then, exercising word banks
and drawing vials of my blood.
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