The Current

 

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

 

emptiness looms
like a gulf spun storm
toward my weary bones
and chisels away the ultraviolet
light that fuels my soul

i have stepped too far away to feel
a part of anything substantial

so i coast
coasting is easier
than acknowledging the utter lack
that is my shallow undertow

pulled further and further out
i tread
and tread
and tread

until i vanish
and the current is all i know