I feel the world

all over every

ruin of me,

monuments of moments

washed away in 

acid rain

or buried loose

and brutal 

beneath 

a wind of time,

just a

stolen word 

to build a rhyme

&

every sense betrayed 

to a new beginning 

of forgetting, 

of understanding 

the landslide flow

without a breathe 

to protest

or even

to pretend

any part of it

makes any

sense.