collapsible man
folding in
and in again upon
himself
disappearing
from the world
hiding
from the isolation
that is unfolded reality
The thinnest possible slice
of humanity
the smallest particle
of hope
the ultimate destination
as, twisting
folding and growing
ever smaller,
this mote
this final ash
slowly vanishes from
your mind
and mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Once more into the night...
PoesiaA few poems I've written over the years. They run the gamut (or gauntlet, if you will) from love poems to pieces about climbing.
