and I

Fire, heart, burning.
Ashes, soot, soil.
Gardens, stars, galaxies.
Systems, worlds, niche.
Home, you, and I.

She saunters along the clouds above, looking down on the world we knew. It is when spoken to, that I see forever in her eyes, and in my heart. For too long now I’ve wondered where I can find her, if she is alive. And I think, well, aren’t we all? The skies grow dark and her voice is low, humming me into submission for the day that lingers over the precipice. Her prophecy, her manner, an edifice.

I too will one day fall over the edge, arms wide as I free fall. But, it is only windy, and the cliff face is my new plane. Confusion picks away at my brain, and I look back. The cliff is still there, my question unanswered. I look over the edge. A sky, where the old country had once been. There is no way out of this.

Pressing on is of dubious merit. You may think yourself strong for braving the venture. Surely, your common sense had dropped dead long ago, rotting on the trail you’ve carved out for vultures to feed. It is too late and you are too blind to be unsure.