Do Not Wait For Me (By Mimi Mata Meyer) Poem by Mimi Mata

Do not wait for me...
My craving sent me elsewhere
I yearn for some kind of orbit;
A majestic constellation.

So I feel no longer
Beneath the earth all things that writhe;
I want to go pummeling within the salty air of the universe.

Is it true that perhaps all things seek the same?
Some sort of parallel between all that exists and non-existance?
Whichever way, I love the purfumed gray
In that dreamlike subliminal weave.

When I shut my eyes,
I feel the puncture of thorn
And a senseless misty morning cloud
In the bloom of evening;
Somewhat clammy like a lovers skin.

Do not wait for me...
My craving sent me elsewhere
I yearn for some kind of orbit;
A majestic constellation...
Whichever way, I love the purfumed gray
In that dreamlike subliminal weave.