Galaxial Wreckage

I am what happens
after you are gone

a staggering drunk
discarded rope

galaxial wreckage
fractional circles

fashioned by hardness
and the harvest of light

I know my sins and
my unscripted path

gone but still here
denounced and saved

observing every morning
death making mistakes

but moving forward
under a swell of discovery

wandering is the treasure
living in the question

or the invention of being
lost in the predestination

embracing the debris
of the extraordinary

Galaxial Wreckage

I will remain to remember
that I will survive the collapse
and wear away resolve