Withdraw from that place

Withdraw from that place
you’re sent to by thought
& rewinding of routes –
In
thinkings you’ll steer lost –

My unfenced countryside
of wandered head-lusts &
mind-fugs leaves me cold
under a lying briar –
a dry

stone wall says nothing –
I
miss my whittled stick in
my hand –
reflections will
disarm us from now –
& a
foolish compass spins so

in my good hand –
You’ll
not pull back from what
& why’s after facts lost in
time’s dried trough –
stop