I met myself 

in the quiet 

barren darkness

the suspended hollow

of time 

and eternity alone 

just me

and a ticking 

discontent mind

insisting that 

I was not

had not 

indeed

been

fine

 

I laid down

laid the whole of my body down

letting the curling tendrils of night thought

wrap around the ill-fitting body

that I could never quite

turn into a home

 

I relinquished my bones

to the feeding of tomorrow’s soil