Hollow whole

Translucent designs to the answers

of yesterday find and fade

before the memory made

thought like a raindrop

gather fall floor

the sky open wide again

under the cling film of water

ripple on the surface

no more

chapters sentence to letter loss

the volume of a quiet mind

is a flower uncurling the recess

of its stolen awakening

a man left to shrivel

by the flower grave gateway

of his naked child

to sense once more

it is me

age rest in mind

I am

tired

eyes blanched

by eternal snowfall

I am

alive

eyes crested

by wave rocked shore

I am

asleep

eyes banked

on my old browning bay

I am

dead

dancing oblivion

on the horizon

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