I think I am most grateful in gradience, when all but a few pieces are not in disarray. at once, one with one another and blending into the same unique difference. formally, I once knew the path as comforting, now alarming and beautiful. I know not what is asked of me, but what I have tried. I know not when I have tried, but how diligently. crusted earth presses its heels into my spine. I am leaning forward, looking up. behind me, the shadows deepen and bleed out with the places that I was. The people that I am. Multifaceted coincidences, and I meet (me) again. travel lightly through the valley of ashes, but do remember not to forget where you’ve been. perspective takes the lead in the foot race.