Sentient dust...

its thoughts become

movements suspended,

the raw nakedness of self

streaming the past...


A lifetime of bingeing

ingenious conceits,

an detached prisoner

walking well-worn circles

of solitary confinement.


Tired runaway flesh...

its unwanted memories

searching for answers,

longing yesterday's dreams

in a book of nightmares.


A castaway internee

reaching deathward

waiting felo-de-se's call,

bringing to an end

its journey.