The enormity of the futility
is a quicksand erasing
every echo of worthwhileness.
Sometimes, falling through to
the crossfire of another storm..
We spiral in patterns. We live in traps.
Hello, my error! How wide is oblivion,
stalely invisible a road to clarity?
Stumbles of scribbled paths.
Tear my glance from paucity.
If all appearances are illusions..
Why not walk a sweeter way?