planets. plants. plans.

my plans are questions

as well as a dare

to be alive again

in the morning

with a goal

to live forever

my sinking feet

walking a shoreline

to be remembered

by wet sand

my existence chronicled

then repossessed

by a wave

goodbye

I pause

to be swallowed

by the overzealous

appetite of gravity

a tease of attachment

to a celestial body;

to something greater

than myself

my ankles kissed

by broken shells

quartz

mica

feldspar

in the quintillions

a tree of flesh

bone

hair

blood and shit

planted by the forces

that dominate my reality

for a moment

I realize my might

as a septillion of atoms

a future seized