I’m Gone



I’m dancing petals of wish flowers the wind is scattering me

who will gather me

piece me back to center

im shaking fingers over watery surfaces

deperately grabbing at the pieces I can still see

hoping the depths of death don’t consume me


I’m spray of desert sand over rocky cliffs

lost in the distance expanse of space


magnifying glass in hand

can i recognize the strucutre of me insid ethis

wasteland of pain

that natural tendency to see positive i s telling me

this is a beautiful tapestry and being lost in it

means being one with the almighty

but that’s not the way this fels

feels like sinking beneath weight watching the trusted hand pull away

did he forget that I’m dying



I’m gone


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