He can feel it.
And his eyes —
they see-
Caught in the currents
of obscurity.
This inevitability —
it awakens him.
These somatic winds
constantly reshape him.
A soul of inhibited
possibilities,
choosing to dig holes into insanity
instead of ladders
to his destiny.
The worth of a
dying industry sits
in the window
of his faded face.
His view surrounded
by his broken luxuries
He keeps digging
to insanity.