excerpts ..poetic series w.i.p..

...but the man who didn't, hollowed out a valley inside of me with his footprint..compass toes pointed west as the sun slouches in exhaust behind a line of divide... going.going.gone. It is a quiet zone in here. The center of ocean craters.. |depths of feelings and thought| . moist lands of erosion. Where microscopes see stars and telescopes are pressed to the ear. ...

 I am coming to learn that i am inevitably him...