Riverdeadbank

Like dust

I'm lost in the world

I thought that I had

A particular place

Between the earths

Between the scarred sky

I feel the crunch of dirt

I smell the scent of flowers

My aimless feet

To be in the world

And not a part of it

That's the aim of the pain

I'm sorry that there seems

No happiness in life

I'm sorry that there seems

No one

Passing streams

Dying dreams

There seems to be no joy

You cannot see the ships sailing

You cannot see the sails sailing

Amassing as Christ on the horizon

Outstretched

Outstretched...