I fall, physically
stumbling and stumbling, until
friction usurps me.

Bloody knees, glistening
Luminous red liquid trickling,
permanently dyeing
paper white jeans.

Straightened by the surrounding
looks of despair fill,
my thoughts, wandering
regretful eyes dart about
scanning kin.

Time, forever moving forward
hesitates to continue.
One step forward, two
steps forward, one
step back. No

Ruing existence
Blaming the heavens
Unchanging stares
cautiously move about.

Five is now four.
Four becomes two.
Two – extinct.

Have all – fall.
Change all – stop.
Acquire one –