The truth.
This is where
I am at right now.
Trapped in
trailing time.
Walking the cold pressed dirt. (in preparation)
I keep trudging forward
with gain and loss.
Chunks of earth fuse
and break off.
Caught in the furious noise
of the everyday.

No reflection.
No reflection in your heathen eyes.
The trees are overcast. Swaying.
Dropping their browning waste.

If this ground should part,
if this body should fail,
if this steady hum
vibrates deep into the darkness-