wheresoever you go, there also go I
I turn away
again.
But like a Moebius strip, I'm always
on the same side.
Coming
face to face with you,
again.
I'm trying to hide from you in a
house of mirrors;
you surround me.
I'm going the wrong direction
Shooting north
on the freeway while
you sleep
near southern palms.
Following the California Aqueduct,
mirrored serpent under moon,
I slide back
toward you.
To follow your footsteps,
water (and I)
would race
uphill.
1990
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