EROSION AND ITS AFFILIATES

Some days with luck,

a little quiet, maybe

a chuckle, perhaps

a gasp or

an oddball diligence

of focus, you can

catch yourself

selfing, hear yourself

winding and re-winding

the tangled

yarn and true

fictions of your living

as you construct

identity from smoke,

ash and memory

and slowly begin 

to know

in your bones,

no matter your story's 

coherence, it's unvarnished

persistence,

that we are all

vanishing

into the massive

unforeseen....