hunted by
shards of misplaced
vanity
i'm fighting here

still

sailing towards the edge
of every known world
past seasons
and Earth and
Moon
where the guardians still remain
fragrant flowers, raised by the
old branch of an even
older tree
hidden behind the gate
which separates the stardust from
the soil under my feet
i disappears
separates
pulverizes
to nothing
and all

hunted by
shards of misplaced
vanity
i'm fighting here

still