Movement

I've been drowning in a limbo

For days and ages

Searching for a moment
Just one lasting memory
That could stand under the water

Still

Is it something that seeks me?

When do I breathe?
Or merely exist?

I hear them all
The gulls above the clear moving ceiling
Screaming and screeching

And my mind shifts like sand

In the loudness of it all
I only wish I could grab something
Where my eyes float still

Still, despite the tides
And fixed on a fixture
A column that rises from the bottom

Something strong
Motionless

Holding without
Reaches the wanderer
Burnt in concealing sands
Desert heat breathed on to her

Her's is a violent life reduced
Within the dry mist of death
Behind sun cracked lips
Inside a tasteless breath

She seeks beyond the veil
For things she cannot see
On top the sifting dunes
A sickness running free

Iron chains dissolved
In the harsh time of sands
The thick links fell below
Free branded wrists hide the hands

Each foot stumbles slow
Hands drown in a barren ocean
Attached to nothing more
Than a dry eroded motion

Here you are
And here she lives
Locked freely in burning fragments
For a vision you couldn't give