Disgrace

Soon to be departed
From this land anew
Intersecting patterns
I did follow seeking
A new disgrace to
Hang my halo upon
Stumbled and slept
Long than nights plentiful
With the cracks in
My halo to warm me
Hunger, thirst kept at bay
Through lackluster days
Danger steeped into crevasses
Soon to be departed
From this land anew
Centered in the palm
Of my blood-coated hand
Reaching a new disgrace