Questing

Inexorably ripe and sweet,
my sentient flock of fateful
fleeting marks, locks of soapy
hair and stale smoke makes
purpose bristle and disquiets
my anxieties. I am faithful
that I will find you. Curled up
beneath a skylight, sleeping
soundly through the night,
chivalrous dreams chasing
you through imperiled forests,
a mat in a blazing hut, a ritual
hazing, your bible smile
fills the dips in my oily body
with longing, with precocious
vistas and hope-rattling.
You earnest audacity. Relinquish
your earnings in favor of a more
cherished prize. Rise up, son
of the sun. Get going, lonesome.
These passages were written
in the name of endless persistence.
Returning to me all at once,
I pick my way through the letters
to revive these songs that'll waken
the slumber your doubt.