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.

Nonessential relief–

I follow as she walks into the ocean.

Our burdensome thoughts flicker about,

Alikened to a broken lighthouse,

While Hope goes sailing out.