Azar

A cold wind from an eastern lane. Dust trails in a quiet frame. Old signs and a different name. Like I'm walking in a hidden flame. Lo-lo-low drums in a distant ground. Deep e-echoes without a sound. Lost, lost steps when I move around. Like I'm tied, but I'm never bound. Night sand on a moving line. Slow shift in a faded time. No map, but I read the sign. From a past that was never mine. Dry air and a silent chest. All these thoughts never come to rest. If I stop, then it hits me next. From the place that I buried best. Cold dust on a desert lane. Old marks and a faded chain. No past that I can reclaim. Still I walk through nameless frame. Low drums in a distant zone. Deep tones in a hollow stone. No voice, but I feel it known. Like it lives in the undertone. Through a broken gate, lost time. That I can't translate, no map. But I move by faith through a path. That I hesitate, dry heat. In a silent breath, close edge. But I never step, if I stop. Then I feel the depth of a calm. That is closer than death. A cold wind from an eastern lane. Dust trails in a quiet frame. Old signs and a different name. Like I'm walking in a hidden flame. Lo-lo-low drums in a distant ground. Deep e-echoes without a sound. Lost, lost steps when I move around. Like I'm tied, but I'm never bound. Night sand on a moving line. Slow shift in a faded time. No map, but I read the sign. From a past that was never mine. Dry air and a silent chest. All these thoughts never come to rest. If I stop, then it hits me next. From the place that I buried best. Cold dust on a desert lane. Old marks and a faded chain. No past that I can reclaim. Still I walk through nameless frame. Low drums in a distant zone. Deep tones in a hollow stone. No voice, but I feel it known. Like it lives in the undertone. Through a broken gate, lost time. That I can't translate, no map. But I move by faith through a path. That I hesitate, dry heat. In a silent breath, close edge. But I never step, if I stop. Then I feel the depth of a calm. That is closer than death.