84th

You are so incredibly slow,
Each step forming over years,
Meeting pebbles over-examined
For an answer

My hands plunge through strata
Reaching out to clutch your hair
Which I know has not decomposed
In the quicksand of my journey

This life that goes off to nowhere
Keening clutches that fall empty
Because I have not travelled far
Across the void of years today

But I am weak and incredibly slow,
And my feet refuse the pain,
Resonating from the under-tow
Hot in memory

Bleeding conceptions over-thought
Your teeth sit grinning under dirt
Each breath laboring in space
Mouthing the words