You found me turned loose

 on the highway

A few seconds sooner

 and you’d have found my hideaway

My bruises are black now

...my scratches are permanent lines

Journeyed beyond the saguaros

Reached the mountain lines

Saw you

Turned the truck around

You said tell me where it is

and I won’t shoot

You said tell me where it is

You won’t shoot

It’s in the ground

Where in the ground

Journey beyond the saguaros

Reach the mountain lines

Beware,

The empty ones take good notes...
The coveting ones bearing swords maneuvering psychicly-unbeknownst to them

They’ll suck you dry, become a facade of you, then move on to the next 

He is furry faced now
His body moves fluently
Once so awkward, decrepit-crawl-like
His face once so wild as sound escapes
He wears hats now
His hair is long now
He has style now
I want to dislike it, do I, I'm not sure
But it's still weird
A genuine weird
He's still weird
So it's ok
His voice is still the same
Certain mannerisms, still as off as ever
So it's ok
I'm still soothed
All is ok
We're ok

The light returned with those familiar twinges of mania...

Moving far from...
the somewhat of a home...
I'd made appealing

desert to the sea
sea to the desert

Highway fades brown to green
Green to brown

Manic mind turned loose
Unbound 

Headlight highway lines
Moon Mountain Sun
Onward on

Desert
Sea

Both refuge
Both of bright white sands
Both, take me
Smother, drown me

My blood turned thick
I was subdued
My body heavy but hollowing
Abused
The  sculpture is undone,
Soft on the inside

Hanging on

Escaped

Truck stop home
Looking hard upon me, up and down
I can't bear it
Hide myself

My thickened blood still bleeds
My Stockholm symptoms
..Twisted brain

Lone crying

No home...
...Human or place

Many years ago
I'd gaze upon his demeanor and mannerisms
He looked mature in age.

...His stance, voice, wardrobe...
I've grown older,
He has been preserved in time...
I now see a gentleness...
A boyish fragililty which was always there.

What is this?
These momentary tastes of delightfulness...
Teased with feelings...of a happiness blossoming.
Only to be ripped away, inevitably, like an unforeseen slap to the face.
...Yet again...I plummet...into agony and aloneness.
To suffer.
Why...
Why is this torture cast down again and again?