Nomad—

till nowhere, blooming

in the prison of your mouth, becomes

wherever you are: you

read the fable

that was written in the eyes

of dice: (it was

the meteor-word, scrawled by light

between us, yet we, in the end,

had no evidence, we

could not produce

the stone). The die-and-the-die

now own your name. As if to say,

wherever you are

the desert is with you. As if,

wherever you move, the desert

is new,

is moving with you.