In concern of living;
Waves crawl up my navel.
One foot in front of the other
I slip where ancient grains turn their heads.
And they say mountains do not change
Though I feel every vibrating molecule
Transforming the soft curve of the roadway.
This unsearchable place is miles from safe keeping.
Familiar feelings grow unfamiliar.
My organs play Romeo and Juliet;
They are love and I am dying.
I follow as she walks into the ocean.
Our burdensome thoughts flicker about,
Alikened to a broken lighthouse,
While Hope goes sailing out.