I am a desert stranger filling the rooms of my house with my wandering presence. Standing naked under the stars once held an attraction for my eyes but too often starlight blinded me. I have been held in the arms of nightmares of old where the winds shook the branches of my life. No longer do I cede such power to the elements created by chance at the very beginning of time. The feeling of being complete fills me as I write these words from my past down on burnt paper.