Prophecy

Someone needs
To take me away from here and bring
Together with flowers and all the
Merry cards and brittle smiles
-persistent, demoralized, inauthentic-
An amendment carved in pure water.

Drip amnesia it would say on the sand
And this stick is the one I chose to walk with.
Viable companion give sturdy grip and
Marred, respite and touch the muddy pebble
Cast light on this barren conclusion:

Tired, walking the beach that never ends,
Caught between land and sea
It stretches my breath and pulls
-forgiving, inarticulate, mundane-
Tight around my shoulders.

Someone needs
to meet me on a deserted street
and honestly, simply whisper
that before this
he only remembers
walking for miles.