Maybe it’s time for a reckoning in the desert something that strips me to my core I want to call out and wander I want to lose my voice before I’m found again I keep thinking about how a person can ruin a place will I look at desolation the same when it’s been weeks instead of days – when I have no more words to call you back to me I used to fill hypothetical towns with only myself but now I realize I bump shoulders with ghosts I should start to keep more secrets, I should keep on biting my tongue it’s so easy to want to make something to grow a plant in salty soil how will we live without water and how will I live knowing what I know that futility is the backbone of existence that I’m somewhere halfway through a closed loop dizzy with that thought of independence.