Dew Fly Anew Year Spirit

Void containment, inside box, devoid, moving space exterior.

Sealed vacuum, blank mind molded casing, lacks stimulus stimuli.

Entombed skeletal key box, forever fallow closed coffin, follows grave,

Deserted fertile, dark matter, one excretes excrement’s non-existence.

Chill depth, amidst stillness, residing cold, last year stone stance.

What was never, passing before, thy wraith eyes, dew whisper bye.

No more, no more, I as past, do quiver nevermore, evermore infertile,

Looking backward, vanquished forevermore ‘n more – lost, solemn.

Looking forward, thy scrapes kneading knees, to grasp, why fingers,

Nail to bottom, barren deep broken hearts, needing Mother Nature,

Nurture cradling, amen-ding Earth’s womb, one exists, being human.

Bare thy wails amid twills that breaks thy shell - Dew Fly Anew Year Spirit.