with each step I take

deep, dense, solid

my heel strikes earth

interlocking quakes with stasis

as the world rolls behind me

propelling me forward



I am exhausted

watching the sun melt

into the yawning periphery of absence

as god perforates the sky with light



who am I meant to be?

walking with the weight of waning years

inscribing cryptic milestones on the dead flesh

of an intimate, innocent facet of sprawling life

teeming through the crust of corruption

monuments to the ephemerals’ search
for immortality



I am a pillar of dust in a sandstorm

isolated in the desert

swept away on all encompassing

howling winds



even as I am transformed 

upon the worldly winds

gazing over earth 

from views yet unreached 

I am aching to be molded



yet, I do not rest

forever suspended in unending transit

between realms of night and day

as wisps and twists of rain, and tides of change

rearrange in blinks and blips before me

I am hovering, incessantly 



stuck

a mix, betwixt the thick and thin

‘tween everything and nothing;

space and place, yet I’m erased

they call it bliss, return, amiss

the self you seek does not exist

but I’m not even built
to begin crumbling



a legacy of fading

what remains betrayed

to days of waste

forbade from ever being



who could love 
a soul
without a husk?

I’ve never been 

to be empty