How you move

How are you to move as you roam

Into these laziest of days, these

Dim filled colours of a washed out

Dawn. A day not becoming and

Nevertheless.

How are you to be when the sun sets

On your ambitions and the dull

Lamp it illumes no more than a

Gloaming shadow held at the fringe

Of your existence.

Where the torch carves out a

Trail in bas-relief, in starkest

Of contrasts. Where the light and the

Dark stand together and apart and

Inside this moment you

Sit. And wait. A look askew

And wander.

How you move provide this horizon

That bleaches its way into a flush coloured dawn

How you move across this ache that bleeds

Through the land and through your feet

It is the very destruction and how we to live

Hands and feet nailed and eyes cast skyward.