Oasis

I have become from somewhere
No longer completely irrelevant
Alone, still, not lonely
Warding off that Second Death
there is nothing to do than eat
the grief of not having been oneself
for too long

How much further would I have gone walking
through a desert, convinced of oasis
Fabled, pearly ghost
I was always from nowhere at all
and now
And now I am pure again
I am encouraged not to flee so fast

I let myself stare
at your warm, bright eyes
seized by hypnotic vulnerability
Here it doesn’t matter who I am
There is no such thing as grief
in this light
where I see such unexpected roots