Take me down to water. I wake up sweetness on my lips. I'm in the maze again; my mind so foggy. Cool across my face so hot down my back. Gray outside. I think it is night though I'm not sure. I think of you but I know you can't save me here. There is no escape; here is always here. The end of the earth just movement under my feet. Bare feet. Feet worn to stumps walking. And strong. I am made for this even as I crumble to ashes. All have gone from me. I unable to articulate why they left. I wonder is it too late discern the faces; so much haze and I wonder again is it night or day? Is this NZ? Oregon? No. It is here.