A mouth opens and words are lost in the wind
Just as existence is.
Fading, clearing, black and purple
dust, a being going and leaving.
Leaving behind the others.
Existing only to
Fade away.
A smile and beauty is seen through the thick.
Fingers reach, slip past and
Find nothing.
Touch nothing.
And nothing is there and existence is gone
And the ground is grass again and the sky,
Orange and clear,
Is farther away now for others but not for some.
