Honest, Dwindling Human

Keep thinking that you

are dying.

Perpetuating feeling

for years.


Because if black is not looming

the thought is lost.

Evaporating rivers

the end is near.


Focus easy.


Memories are not video

still seeing back.

The difference between belief

and clouds in head.


The end is near

been learning from it.

As if in limbo

been leaning on it.


Easy now.




these are not

salient thoughts


clouds are drifting

towards the east


unearthing all words

with a small, small spade


how it is easier

in natural settings


clouds drifting towards the east

converging with the ocean