I have hollowed out the hull
This once sacred space — where
Every breath was guaranteed.
The truth is, I’m shipwrecked
Lost in a desert sea so bone dry
I’ve lost the rhythm of movement altogether
There is some solice in the story of the stars
Hanging in the Heavens, each suspended
In memory too far gone to even be retold.
My own memories slip like sand
Dull and dirty — each a thorn
Adding to the thicket of justification
I’ve covered myself in.
This desert sea is only temporary, I say
Only a need for space and quiet
I weave that disguise with
The weathered hands of one who has
Worked for their place. The truth —
I could swallow this vast darkness whole
And no one would think me anything less than noble.