I reach down.
In between my intestines and organs
to scatter the sediment
gathered detritus like ash
over barren land.

Cracks along my palms
Welcome the river
As I mourn what I
never remember having
to begin with.

I inhale.
Gather it all up,
and throw it
head first
into the sky.
Breathe.

I Never Stop.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Severin, in the year 217 MA.