Wasteland

Walking in the darkness

Fragrant thoughts

Shivering free

Acrid and steaming

Up

The veil 

I place my hand 

In front of my eyes

Shielding 

Them 

From that 

Pungent thought

Fog

Choosing to 

Trod heavily,

reluctant 

Turning 

Back 

For a moment

To a light

No longer there

Stumbling I find 

Large stones

And mark them 

With my own shin blood

Thick air 

Licking

The wounds

At once

I still and steady my breath 

Squinting to find

The 

Firmament

As told and regaled

Since time had no purpose

I find a translucency 

No more

No less

A thin film

Preventing passage

Through it I see

A tunnel

Dimly lit

Ruby red

Soft

Long

And a world at the end 

That I no longer cared to find

Instead I close my eyes, even in this wasteland, 

And see more

Hear more

Taste more

Know more 

Than that distant space could 

Offer