like an atom
edging toward disintegration
the traveler
is sloshed about
in dusty infinite breakers
set adrift
as if arching effortlessly
across the sky…
a diaspora
yet he lingers for an age
perhaps the same age
over and over again
diverting from
trauma to trauma
buried…eroded…melted and dissolved
scouring his imagination
like a rabble of remnants
condemned to an unwanted exodus
home…was there ever such a place
he thinks…he staggers
was there ever such a place
memories…or imagination
am i but a stone he wonders
exuded in some great balsaltic flow
layer upon layer
in endless motion
where only survival matters
surging and seething
like an ephemeral seduction
he is dragged…pushed…guided
across a surface
that he does not know
and into its depths
in a rolling deluge
entombing all that he was
churning within the chaos
yet he survives
hidden within the turmoil
evolving…shrouded
deep within layers
of elemental clouds
where a bead of breath…
like a fiery stone raindrop
out of the heavens
points the way
suddenly
from lurking on the peripheries
a thought coalesces
what if the glimpse i have
is only a spied shadow…
tortured images scattered
across the horizon
tell him of their most recent trauma
but of the deep past…they know not
they cry of a deep forgotten
where once crystaline memories
died without speaking their destabalizing revelation
impacts devour…bury…digest and remake
not a brief apocalypse
no calm before the storm
but only storms within storms
so deeply buried within him
that he cannot see beyond
he whips around
with impatient futility
defenseless against the bruising
yet possessing still the fires of his creation
that move him towards a home
he no longer remembers
was there ever such a place
yet the fiery wind speaks between the footsteps
there must be such a place…there must be such a place.
cunneda 