you are the candle lit at the center of the room
dismantled the scent of the plentiful womb
you tried to displace the sins with a broom
swept against the grain, the ending soon
credits rolling like dust on the moon
mountains sang the songs that you swoon to.
every bit of energy diminished
and every little memory lived in
you felt that way once and again
attempt to live in it
but bones settle like dust
as you wish to turn back the rust