Just One Corner of the Void

By the river sat a freighter

With a title, something foreign.

The water about its bow was gray,

As across the river -- grim city.

But that matches my own dwelling,

And beyond that nothing dreamed.

The past has led me against this wall

That blocks the corner edge of void.

Smell the factory stacks smoking

And watch the rain clouds coming down.

Wind stirs the litter that is rife.

I’ve blown away forever more

From suffering the usual.

I’m off into the night’s revolt,

The very corner of the void.

The ashes of my background blow

By, stinging at my eyes like salt.

I’m walking with my hair grown long

And my hands are in my pockets.

I’ll let it be if it will be.

Though I have become invisible,

Here at the corner of the void,

I see I can at last be me.