359 Degrees

the simple knots that we struggle to undo. listen as we crawl inside their puzzles. 

voices lost in the spaces between where we are and the voids we're chasing. 

the empty corners flaunt their tombs. cold remainders in a lingering inferno. 

the slope of time much too steep. 

the edge laughs out loud. at the obvious thieves under our skin. 

gravity bares its teeth. 

we're no closer now. nor any further. 

the distance stumbles over itself. a virtue and a warning. 

for those still searching. 

that where we find ourselves is only a condition of where we've been.