For whom do I writhe
pealing look away
your gaze freezes me
to disintegration
lightly and in denial
is the state of our ends
and then

who am I looking to see
that is watching me caustically

fade to fading away again
leaving the stage sullenly
again

not seen, again, by them
or anyone

no waves return
to this
shore

I am awash in nothing
bundling silence
with directions around

now
of course
smiling at my skittering
denial of its ownership