I am unraveling from
the bandages of my youth
my eyes are
blind in the folds

all of these garments
like graves

I am surrounded,
ground down,
by this marble

the memories are following
flowing over me
like oceans of wind

all the salt has been
picked out of me
like panning for gold

running on and on
as feathers brush my mind
with messages
and I don't know
if this will ever
end

or if
like a fragment,
I will just run on
with no direction
until I abruptly
stop
with no warning