SMOKE ME OUT.

I was pursued for fifteen years
By the exhailings of the day,
Until my journey brought me here,
The place I where textures play.

I felt my way towards a space
A fraction left of even,
And comforted, and without taste,
Resigned myself from reason.

My searching had become much more,
And rest became my keep,
Until the day tracked down my shore
And lit kindling at my feet.

The smoke escaped beneath my shoes
Until it stirred my dreaming,
I woke and could not take the news,
and fled anxiously steaming.

The day reached down and took my scent,
And gave it to an unknown hound;
The beast took off a pace hell bent
To find my underground.

You see I had absconded long ways,
With bandaged blistered soles;
The fire had unintentionally razed
My habit from parole.