a silhouette, still
standing, reminds us of a wall,
its concrete at times carrying
a weight far heavier than the stone:
humans carry along what they drag behind.
a road revealed soon becomes more traveled and
when the earth rotates on an axis defined by science
and not by touch it soon too exhibits
an orbital wobble.
a circle, perfect but
the quick path is not always straight,
the sun shines between cirrus clouds
and in humble mumbles we utilize
the cracks and corners of small places.
and lonesome, an absent
never to be full.
through time and the inevitable way that objects change;
and in seeing erase the past
in listening write the present
in thinking foretell the future.
only from hope breeds fear.
living lasts only so long
dying is short,
forever without pain,
absence of thought, only still the constituent parts
of protons and neutrons and electrons,
at the heart of the matter.
two ends pull
until one end resigns;
until the shorter end
tires, two ends pull.
fabric is not as strong after washing.
a strong root dies if it rains too much
laying down is dying
though gravity always wins.
the end of it
most times human thin.