You shoulder the everything
of the nothingness
trapped now in the air

All of the mole hill mountains that you stumble over
saying that you care

The identations of life
that you so carelessly
plunged deeply back into

A sentence in the book of life
ignored returns
intent on haunting you

A toxic attitude
that has aged in the bottles
of our time

In turning to
it's never
what you find . . .

A finite year it was
now better left behind