suspended down below 

choked by omni desolation 

floating sky like sodden silk

abandoned by damnation

sol three

where the river ends

the ocean starts

more fish alone

further apart 

the mountain drops

to even plateau

flat horizon

safe but low


swallow noise, hunt the commons

deafen thoughts, hide in columns 

numbed, a latent mind to feel

a cracked and weathered seal

hate the taste, love the visual

it’s all based on the minimal 

if all are always meant for something

maybe he is meant for nothing 

return, reproach, sorry but callous 

cyclical paths, resulting malice

despite the spirit, black and hissing

life is still missing

later, walk, return back painted

it’s quiet at night, the owls acquainted

existence requires someone

but he is meant for no-one