I

In the chaos of the world

I write the songs of silence.

In the chorus of screams

I sing the whispers of pain.

In the gentle cradle of weakness

I shake the ones still sleeping

In the cramped horizon in the distance

I make way for the beauty 

Of emptiness.

In the rooms filled with possessions

I search for loss.

In the foyer of the belonged

I seek abandonment.

In the boats 

White lights on the dark sea

I look for the stars still.

In this Assemblage of the Living

I die everyday.

I know not what I will find

Or what I search for

Yet I stagger on

For onwards is the only path 

I was taught to follow.