if I were to stand here
long enough, in the widening lakes of my pressure
on this plain, I think I would be unraveled.
Love it!
So many, many great lines here!
Bones - we walk over them every day, unaware, how many layers beneath our feet they remain.
You convey a thoughtfulness that could sound mournful or depressing, if I were to attempt this. Your closing lines are splendid:
bits and
pieces of colour marking where every being stops
and the grasses and the storm meet, until they too
fray and collapse here. a new layer in this mass of
lost, lapsed consciousness, we will watch the tide.
wow!