Sojourn

With a white palm filter stuck to his lower lip While twisting Drum Blue in his fingertips "As uncanny as it is," he said, "it's equally as strange How much you remind me of myself at that age On a pilgrimage of sorts On a spiritual quest Seeking the guidance of empathy Collecting it with every breath Expanding on what you know While writing from the same rationale As the shimmers of the Van Gogh moon you found swirling in the midnight canal Do you see the parallel For the here and now?"