attention’s carriage

Palms full, heavy at the stones

I see practicing their lies 

Although they no longer hold water remain 

The Gate Keepers

But too pass at the offing 

The final chasm of light

An atlas of the sky’s tide

At our sea’s cessation 

Frosted over

We simply collapse, shattered 

Under the weight of our own arms

A marriage of words

That make the wise head of the mountain 

Where time lives forever - 

Wisdom's Ruins

And still we sigh

No one to know how well we’ll die