I Travel

I travel the be-wilderness of me
And leave behind the track of slightest feet
These words that conjure up daring remnants
Caring remnants of the ways that I went

The words are not the work, the living is,
How breath bellows the fire that I bank on,
How I almost extinguish it diving
The rack and ruin of my intensity

How I live under the unrelenting
Of the glare of my despair I can be
No more and no less than just what I am,
Fragile wisp of smoke trailing into sky

Breathe in, breathe me out so I am with you
As you find your own way to be without