present tense

breath rolls into my lungs
the absence of weather frightens me
i fail to perceive the cycles
a lone wave crashing on the shore

nothing lasts any longer
an absence of purpose
an atemporality
a decoupling of cause and effect
the poles switch and
the compass is useless
the aesthetic is an anaesthetic
the west leads us nowhere

all that remains
is the flow of things
lose yourself in
and align yourself with
the flow of things