In your mind,You hang the ropes of the sun on my back,and I walk, hunched over, with the “Sun” carriagetied behind me.The horseshoes of the day are nailed to my feet,I clatter, how I clatter,and I ride down roads that scorch and fadebehind my frightened trot.This sky pinned to the embroidery hoops of time,is embroidered by the sighs of the nightsdrowned in the breasts of waiting.But you, in your mind,have tied the Light behind me,the breath that feeds missed meals to broken-eyed angels,convinced that my clattering trot,will unravel the shadow of absence into a wondrous presence,because in your mind, it is enough to have the Light.I am the depth of your dreams,the absence you rock with the small hands of a great longing,so great it floods the sky with its weeping.There are no more realities loaded onto a back,nor ropes of suns that lash the times,and bloody them with silence,I have only one sun here upon my back,that I do not know which sky to light it for?