Being Chased by this Winter Space

Six days in the winter chase

The unfamiliar space I’m walking in

Makes the days feel like play writes in place

To temporarily fill your grim existence still behind

The wall, it is our right. To build on bricks wasting away,

Painting over their stains, your still breathing in the air of someone else

Your eye’s filled with their pungent stair

I am aware but completely unaware

Assuming the worst to avoid this curse

Should I just grab a brush, and help a useless circle,

Are we able to help ourselves?

I ounce chased a circle of knowledge

That kept me running towards the answer only ever on it’s heels

Using Spinning tires and steering wheels in order to find places of rest

Using feet and packs caring facts to be screamed from the tops of mountains and rocks

I feel these places and spaces keep the fill of my thoughts to the vast

Landscape lost, for I am more than this reality

Feeling my duality, between you and the fact of whom we all are

A standard answer is what we can’t speak

It’s too hard to keep, if I knew how it worked

It would only further a search,

But in that and that alone I find worth

Each new stage a birth

In that is worth