I am somewhere

I am somewhere

Anywhere

Nowhere

It is impossible to know.

The scope of my experience

May lie just out of reach

I am a pit

A dirty trench

Full of rot and filth

Leaking

Leaching out into the world.

Out

There

Somewhere

Is a grassy meadow

With a scatter of wild flowers

Newly grown

Richly fragrant.

A sensory construct

Of worthy images

Pleasing moments

Dashed against the rocks.

A tempest

Of intemperate language

Breaks me down

Into a hesitant

Meander of incoherence

A discourse between strangers

A secret display

Separated by a splitting

Of hairs

There is a breadth of meaning

To gravity

The weight of evidence

The movement of stale air

Pushing back

Shutting me out.

Tantrums leave me

Gasping for breath

High and dry.

In the middle distance

A blank canvas

Hangs on a white wall

It can mean anything

You want it to be.

All is lost in a meander

Of free will.

The intoxication

Of breathless

Anticipation

The demarcation

That follows understanding.

Nothing is forever

Gravity is a force

Of nature

To be free of despond

Is to be

Without substance

Lost