selfie #4: invisible self

this is not a way to spend a life:       murdering time by the hour       

lost in some imagined state        some shoreline       some

desert       the infinite sky        the days are indifferent to      

our petty hungers:        shoreline turns to dust       desert

turns to ash        waking hours dissolving        to sugar water         

no tremble       no hands on the skin       no lifting hipbones

to the night        not imploring        like some wild

inhuman thing        to be broken         but broken