tabula rasa

tabula rasa

my numbers
they confront me everyday
written in stone,
on my bills
on my letters
on my passport

so i search for summer rain
because the water erodes
it can wash my many years away
as it drips down my face, i am newborn as a crying babe
– my sun has only begun to rise

the shadows,
these hard-earned darknesses
are strangers to my bright eyes