A fragmented leaf
A crumb of dirt
A screen door

Flip-flops, rugs
Flagstone and gravel and grass
Half a dozen different chairs
Some chilly, fleeting air

A sun somewhere
And over there
The contrails tangle
And quickly fade away

The ever-shifting clouds
Laughter, cars, and blurry words
A dozen different chirps
I feel them flit away

"What's it all for?"

The answer's up my sleeve
If I could just reach a little further
Wisdom whispered to me
Or at least I thought that I had heard her

No, I read it in some books
Perhaps something in the writings of Aristotle?
I can't recall the words now
But they were easy, absolute truth in a bottle

If my words carry weight
They'll sputter to the ground
Everything deflates
But as for your query:
For oh for not found

Baseline fractures
Faults in the earth
Inevitable crevices, unfathomable
Depths, and the-
                         -another?
                              Baseline fractures



Darkest shores
A dozen dead mourners
Grey lights and
A land without corners

Horizons twist bitter
Into themselves
The world descends further
Out of the shelves

From dust a baseline
From dust a hall
From dust to dust
It's just a hall