Clouding the ways.
Meaningless titles rarely understand the whole.
Powerful gusts leave craters behind.
Hoping for a new entitlement.
But nothing stares back.
Just a gaping face.
Filled with the occlusion of light.
Haphazard in the descent.
Longing for non-exposure.
The void implodes.
Swirling brought it’s inner light.
Kissed the stars, but not by flight.
Just will.
soadioh 