■ the sunset is where i live □

the sun on the horizon

5 shadows.

which one is mine?

             where        do        i    stand

  when        all        i        see       is        a        blur   of faces?

                           will        i        be        more        than        a        fleeting

  thought? 

will          i        be    more than     just  

 this poem?

                         i

                         fall

                         between

                         the

                         cracks

                         of

                         time,

                         yet

                         i

                         flail 

my

arms

for

                         the

                         light,

                               to

                         be

                             seen,

                         to

                              matter.

              each        step        i        take,

              each        word        i        speak,

              i        carve        my        shadow

              into        the        earth's        photosensitive soil .   the fragments of my shadow

all me.

each one of them.

 will        it        remember?        will        i

  be        more

 than        just        a        name?

will      i      be       more      than     just     this    poem?