Soil

You've walked so long past dawns and inklings to see something new

into an open space

that reminds you of the future

That you can never go back

The waves are crisper here, they crash harder but in silence, as seagulls barely coo from above

sea otters are impressed from a distance

but People cannot see them from their glass parade

separated by reflections of innocent arrogance

they are 10 million steps away

From the open land where sorrow grows incessantly like crumbling weeds in a white desert, confessionally

my knees have been pressed firmly into the platelet soil for enough time to be warranted obsessively static

I cannot bare to move them, as I slowly decompose into the cracked fabric

I can watch the city, its magic, only in my dreams

Even when I am in a city if I ever wake up

i am always stuck to that soil

Where my skin is turning translucent

The whites of my eyes have greyed since yesterday morning

My lips are slowly evaporating

And I haven’t felt my stomach in days

My mind now is sprouting into plants

slowly into foods and live creatures where bugs begin to multiply and crawl around

I look down to see specks of soil on my arms that used to be freckles back up,

I can see as far off as I dare to see

But the distance makes any space impossible

The sky is more vast than ever

But today it feels more like a ceiling