i slouch

i slouch, think, cognate and gaze upon the underpins
masked, unsure. yet give direction. a flimsy poignant

this evolves into - solitude - empty - alone -
this bliss of ignorance spawns from peers
Acceptance, Relation, Understanding – shallow

no one will connect. only, I
these barrens - vast - cold - humid -
thickly pushing me under. smaller. smaller.
Oh The Magnitude. Running. Running. Only, I

is this all? holler for any traveler
should i concede? sit? sink deeply? slowly impressioning snow
i’ll walk, skeptically, consistently
for now