Death-ics

The air tingles at the surface of the Earth

As a breath of living time. 

Conditioned to the way I am built 

Drifting in is the wind; the mind.

Swaying around each moment;

Whether I am anything at all.

Whether I am anonymous.

I am the body looking over; looking in.

Mentally partial to the whole I was given.

Saturate me is the drip of a world.

I will dry on the surface of my own reflection.

I can peer into my bound soul when it is frozen over,
This glacier, oh,

How I feel drowned in this wetness.

Molten layers peel

Growing is something sustainably real

Heating this Earth leaves me metallic and breathless.
Melt me into the liquid,
then into the air
and then into the heavens.
Drifting out is the will; the mean of emotion.
Bringing forth my renewed planetary presence.

~ B

Progress

Waves of a meditative state
Have my mind a little irate.
I moved to a place I shouldn't be
Viewing an emotion; incessantly.
Stop...stop.
Focus on the nothing.
The space pulling at you from in-between
Only is this connection touching.
Every thought that is not meant to be.
Heal...heal.
Trust the mind; opening.
With waves of an endless sea
Move to the sound of everything.
Fix on the narrow nothing.

~ B