Lost in Transition

Lost soul
walking the
line drawn in the sand
grooves get deeper
with every footstep
its like im flying
soul said im not alive
not dead
somewhere in between
in the world unseen
where the sea split
and the rod raised
and the sun stood still
and the cloud descended
and the mind shattered
and the breath taken away
lost soul
carried a step, dragged many
pushed, prodded and blown
toward its destination
no power
to continue
no compass
no innovation
no machination
a lump of light
growing dimmer
by each dawn
straggling in its
disintegration not
to yield yet to
oblivion and final
annihilation.
In a final gasp of
parched survival
a guttural sigh
of the depths
of emptiness
everything
infinity
cosmic clashing of worlds
collapse of a star
implosion of a galaxy
scream of silence
thrashing of rhythmic
resonance
help
me
and the worlds
collided
entwined
enjoined
and souls
were merged
with their selves
once again.
Hallelujah.

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