Draw in
where the
air
holds
the
dust
 
particles
 
in slow
progression
 
before your very
gape.
 
Everyone burdens.
 
Acknowledge the
lax heap of me
eyes to the
sky
 
too lethargic
to seal.
 
Imagine the force
of current
pulling me from
some generic edge
 
rocking my body
from destiny
to finality.
 
The consequence
of decision
 
uncertainty
 
or is it
the inability to
decide?
 
What should
have been left
behind
 
it quarrels
with
supposed
kismet.
 
Overwhelming
freedoms
cripple
 
first steps.