the gravel slides
as the ground
shudders sluggishly
an impending
avalanche shifting
into a full sprint
to coat everything
in shards of
shattered serenity

i stand with
an umbrella
infective against
tumbling stones
squinting at the sun
bleeding through
the coalescing gray
seeking salvation
in the impending
burial shroud
embroidered with
cursive calamities

side stepping
the inevitable
a blind man tapping
his cane in
a cacophony of
unfulfilled longings
battered and bruised
by his own delusions
in a fit of
dreamkissed turmoils