She learns Russian to talk to me

Music to my ears

She doesn't choose an easy path

does she

Every morning the ocean

is in the west

And I'm wrapped in down cloth

thinking of things to pack

for sailing. Maybe berries

they're oddly useful

Trying to control

my outside

is it for the reason 

the inside is a

creature born of 

storm & fire

primordial flesh

Completely unsatisfied

no matter what I eat

what I do today

Suffering in my illusions 

Is there another way

to drink green tea

My land of ancient Turks -

a state of being alone

Tulpar takes me where

I'm understood and free

to be, in dance and breath

Traveling through passages

of sensations. Just me