I am followed by the night
As my voice comes to me
Floating in the air I’m judged
Judged by my own opinions
Do you make judgments?
I work to forget desire in flux
What is this based on clouds
Spinning within me staring
Lines of intention
Lines of subjective comments
Searching for my objective desires
Desire to know who I am as I write
Can you extend your truth
Can you extend mine as poetry
Are you blinded, daring not to see?
