3/30/2025

The dunes are dead and so am I,
encased in wind. The desert sighs.

It longs for life but not for me,
for I have joined its vast debris.

In No Time we'll be as one
swept, dissolved under the sun,

too dispersed to be displaced,
too undefined to be effaced.

Philsophy of _____

the night stars cascade across the velvet sky

like a goblet of diamonds spilt by god on the dimensionless black curtain

that separates the earthen realm from the heavenly abyss

o, what stain!

seeing it all in its milky extravagance

atop these violet windswept dunes i'm overcome

by retroactive loss that blackens my past

my life has been so long

yet how will i ever finish it