Wander blind away from

Thebes, where guilt

breaks. It is there

where hearts refuge

& understanding deepens

in the darkness

That chokes the infinite

mind. Do not

despair here over the

begging grip of

the betrayed & innocent

who desperately hold

Fragments of squalid decay.

They are ambivalent ghosts

pressing with violence

on paths made

for treading softly.

She wanders there too

with a collection

of me. Find her

& breathe.