So I have forgotten the gods,
and decided to be my own.
Falling into light thoughts
of time spent in desert’s heat and wind
and sand-the frictions between
our hands clasping into the air seeking
to feel the warmth of felled trees
and moss spongy with the fears we have
soaked into them
like drops of Mercury’s faltered light, a
chrysalis in the midst of our demise.
What shall squirm from its depths to break
fresh into the stagnant air of our whispers
and ringing cries?
I will time-keep as a prayer,
an oath to my own wellbeing.
Memories as caltrops in my mind,
Soak each in the blood of ‘being better’
hands flowing over them like a rosary
as I follow the path to our end.