No homes

Maybe I like being homeless
Vast in strange places with no memories
Like vapor I am forgotten 
Smoked up in useless arms
Unfolding my self
   transparent in circles that breach the sand 
I am reaching for you but trapped in mind fields
 I know no spells for destiny to complete itself 
In veins and stairwells I watch that which I love slip away
now barren places I refuse to fill up with more stuff