Aging happens,
Never ceasing,
Far from flattened,
Always increasing.

I am still young,
But will grow older.
God's will be done,
Let me grow bolder.

Spiraling

a vacuum in my sternum

drinking in the void
gasping for air in the emptiness



I reminisce of distances
leapt
in instances
kept
in memories
forever, lingering

How heavy can emptiness be?
Who am I who sees
not me?

Who are they

who could not stay
and did they ever know
my disarray?



I am

an erratic notion
of emotion
in motionless

vastness



I am spastic
jerking and tumultuous

in the openness 

of this
cosmic
loneliness

the endless
hindrance
of the intimate
i n f i n i t e