the air

As I pilfer my intentions only to find,

Remnants of places, which frolic yet sigh

Stiffens my bones,

Cripples my mind

Waking pains, that will not fade

As I pilfer my intentions only to find,

A dirt path, a musky road, a hollow stone

The air is rough with sounds that clutter, and tell

Without warning or sound

Letters that claim,

a life once absent with pain

this road I walk, not known to me

an avalanche, an impending siege

all movement leaves no trace,

no track to be seen