In you all things are changing, less fire, more water,

 sometimes you wake up as though you never slept at all,

 you are falling back behind the lines, it reminds you of

 retreating armies, you think it cowardly, you are most

 cruel to the weakest, you don't really know if you are

 finally letting go or clinging to things you should have

 let go long ago, you sift through memories of others-

 a slave in ancient Greece, a Sufi saint in Ajmer,

 a concubine in China, you are all of them and none

 of them, you wonder if that is the fifth dimension

 he told you about? You, who once fell in love 

with the crowd in Times Square, New York, gets

 a headache when assaulted by loud voices, the movements

 of too many people disorients you. You seek out the sunlight,

 you look for love in corners of books, you turn out

 cupboards, run that deserted stretch of road, you are

 changing, fighting, swallowing, choking until you are so 

exhausted, but it takes you so long to fall asleep, hours go

 by and you wait for the enveloping peace that only 

sleep brings, you sometimes end up crying because

 you are losing out on people, people whom you love

 and people who love you, you can see them trying so hard

 to pull you up but you are unable to stretch your hand, 

you are retreating and you don't know how to go back,

 how to reverse it and go back to that point

 where everything would be alright again.