Gravel

 

I step onto the grey

Feet already searching

Linger and devolve

Linger and devolve

 

I feel I have not understood

Not lost but walking

Again listless to the crunch

 

This morning I listened

To Pärt, tabula rasa

An empty beginning

 

formless and void,

darkness ,

the surface of the deep

 

I move in a line

It is not a straight one

I hear voices way away

 

Soon I will see them

And I will not be me

Listless to the crunch