what do I want away from
what reprieve of body am I seeking
that will release the grip of sinew to soul
stamping its fire like the last embers of a final bon
voyage to these trappings before winter descends
I have no fear left for it anyway
we go about a life as if it is
coming
everyday it is arriving where are you where are you where are you asked again and again and again
mired under the key stroke the swipe the carpel tunneled wrist ignores the message
what comes is past
once we see it in this byte and tera world
time to look in the mirror and see
cell and bones clinging to soil and sidewalk
there is something there
graspable
moored
it has always been here it said alas
holding a rope to tie around my waist
reclaiming my origination point