On The Trail Of Pessoa

i've walked this road for so long, that i know what silence tastes like. i hear only the simple sounds, or the simplicity of sound... i no longer confuse shadows, and i sleep with dogs. owning nothing, there's nothing i would kill to purchase! there are no footprints in front of me, i follow no one. intimate encounters with strangers, for we are all strangers, even to ourselves. perhaps a word or two, or not... we share the cup, and the fire. i have long conversations with trees, read intimate stories written in branches and leaves... sing lovesongs to small pools of water, pick up the broken shell of the hatchling with awe.... my eyes bow in reverence in the presence of women... small children come to me, tell me stories about dreams. we build kingdoms of sticks, discarded by birds.... stray cats sit on my lap, i learn the language of paw. i listen to the wind humming in the spider's web. and dead things rest by the side of my chair... waiting for dawn, just waiting!