i wrestle with the past i bend the present backwards i grab at ghost stones i batter my fists on my shadow's road i beat at the door that's been closed i wander down corridors alone i find abandoned places i leave them all over again i look for your name scratched in sand i wash in dead rivers running dust i complete the circle i twist and turn about i face a black bull in shadows of a barnyard i ride the memory of a horse to the back and forth to a graveyard