What Else
Where else am I found, here or there, and this night is an emptiness that, keeps on leaving my fingers like sand and blood.
What else is it,
but this night is not mine,
no, not anymore,
who am I,
I do not know,
and I cannot tell,
whose blood this this,
what sand is that,
I want to see what it is,
I want to see what it is,
and why it is,
what else is it,
I am here,
still.