fog

no
no longer

I know
no longer

what we
stand for

confused
by goals

goals
that lack the vision
and purpose

purpose that
our obeying bones will follow
in the name of anything more

vision
that lasts
and stands
on its own thumbs

no
no longer

no longer
do the crumbs of glass
glisten
in the sunset

not through this fog
and salty sea wind
that overtake
this season

this wash
this bath
of slow down

of death

of clearing
the slate

yes i
live past the cycle
but something in what ages me
also kills me off one turn
at a time

until
I know

no longer