The canvas tight
about your heart
The weight of dreams
Painted on it
Let them say
One day the Gods discovered you
With a voice of wind
And aflame
A whole mountain in your eyes

Memories of Vastness

Life was slow where he grew and memories seemed endless. Memories upon memories like the vastness he’d traveled.

There was no need to head out to find the world. No light or knowledge to seek. Everything came to them eventually. Everything sunk.

He lay on fields of gold knowing his sliver of hope would be torn apart before his flesh.