some have sought
to shuffle off this mortal coil
to shed this dry casing
but it seems
to me
that it slides away
all by itself
there is farther and farther
and the past is huge to me
vast plain gone and gone again
small people fading
mom dad sister brother son and daughter
silhouettes against the setting sun
while i –
i am less then I was
letting go seems like gravity now
the empty inevitable
secret whispers soft sad over me
singing
you cannot be filled
until you are empty
you cannot be mine
until you stop being yours
you cannot have my dream
while you live for your own
Harnessing Chaos 