undaunted

dust of the road
of years
that remain
much fallen away

traveled so many roads
all roads are one road
leading to wilderness
deteriorating
two track
trail
foot path
parting of grasses

i turn
look back
footprints in sand
don't give a damn where
go on and on
there is no way

many trails end
beyond them nothing
always turning to nowhere

i've grown accustomed
learned to appreciate
sought them out

where no one else goes
where i am not asked
where nothing is broken
because everything's broken

edges etched with erosion
water wind blowing
sand eats away

gray trunks
twisted trees
grooved liveless wood
smooth worn rock
some solace

crevices through mountains
canyons across long desolate plains
i follow the winds
shit wherever
move on