As I close my eyes, I wonder.
Each day breaks into another night, and I find myself
burning out like a star. Where once I found music in the air
pleasant vibrations and the deep, dull throb of a
beating heart, I find but silence. These days,
there's a dried riverbed where silvery thoughts
and memories swim as ghosts, lost. Fragile.
Self-destructed in the wake of losing the wind and flame.
I find myself just tumbling in the ocean,
the wide vast ocean, cold and storm-tossed,
a lone grain of sand forever alienated from the coast.
Earth? Where my ever-stretching, lengthening limbs
found purchase, my brain could expand and contra