The undertaking of self:
Hero’s journey by debris.
Glint of shards stealing
Glances as I fly
Over tundra
Thick with fire
Trembling out of the
Smoke as it leads my way.
Where is it I go?
A little in each direction
Leads me back to
The nowhere.
The now sitting heavy
On my shoulders
Shitting down the
Curve of my spine
The ease of the real.
The myth more
Legend than truth
As if what matters is
Knowable in advance
Of death awakened
To a rapprochement,
Sentimental forgiveness
And recognition of truth
Being for all that
More legend than truth.
Umbriate Press Poetry 