Arid
When the air extracts the moisture
From my sinuses
From my mouth
From my lungs
Crisp and cold
The night air
Sounds, sharp and clear
Amplifying presence
There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time
How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone
I would never fail
For fear of trying
I would fail
For reaching further
Than I could grasp
Frustration
As true in art
As in life
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails