Golden Soot

A victim fallen waste to indifference

He swayed side to side

Meandering without rhythm

An archaic tune lost beneath

The hum

A drone

Dissonant

The crests and valleys arriving and falling unnaturally

All unwitting

Praying those ruts in the dirt and gravel won’t linger

I gathered an assemblage of dust

A decomposition of your path

Symbols of courage, or more, your lack thereof

For what could be more dishonest than neglect

The tesselation of those particles infinite and slight

Defiant to form

Remain insignificant and seep back to the mire

A motif wave, return scheduled

With the force of fear, upon stepping out of us

Does it’s landing in the sea echo

Stricken and held by that sunken nod

My own personal looking glass

Still for you, every thankless moment of bewilderment

The gold beckons without inhibition