the cuts linger. unwilling to heal. missing skin not eager to be found. in the scrape of the edge. as it wagers on the best of our panic.
alone tells its stories. soft ripples in the enormous expanse of how far.
the rise. the ratchet of gravity. tightening on our path. the miles become us. all the perspective spent. on blue skies and prevailing winds. all the fires left to finish on their own. the char of the moment. crumbling to dust.
hollow kingdoms thriving under the choke of the sun. as the poison surfaces.
the promise of the horizon. broken again.