Ecodoubts
I have been walking,
All day.
I have been dreaming
My death.
My left foot,
Imprisoned in sand,
My body is slowly,
Slowly losing its ground.
Even in death,
I know what I am:
A perceiver so deft
yet unable to save his life.
I have been walking,
Yet I haven't advanced,
Like I had been circling
A problem too profound.
Burning sand
Is on my learned skin,
It hurts to find out one's stance
Was wrong from the first scene.
The process repeats itself,
And that keeps me interested
In knowing more about myself,
About my earth, about eternity.
