The Latter

Flower or the tree within the forest

roots settled into a ground, a soil beneath

We are eminent amidst the star sky evening

this bed we sleep on

our path not yet found

The land rolls across

underneath

the bodies of divergent versions of ourselves

The unnoticed at once a focal point

acknowledged

Traveler’s faces gaunt in shadow

unaware of the nature of fate and accepting

of the possibility of what may come

Eyes gazing downward bashful

not ready to consume fully the desire

of volition

Upward their eyes reach

we see forward

earnest

continuing