In the end, I am but one among none.
So I go, gaze affixed to this brand new horizon,
Feet finding purchase amongst the sands of time and ruin.
Above, feathered flocks surge toward the heavens
Foresaking this charcoal-chilled wasteland of ice and bone.
In the end their Icarus wings, a misguided source of hope.
I am but one, so I keep sense of self.
Step... breath... step... breath...
I strive, with steadfast focus ahead and beyond,
While I leave these blistering and hell-whispering winds behind.
A primal urge willing this sad survival on.
In the end, I dare not look back.
For there, a dark portend among the dust,
Lie the wavering imprints of my own obsolescence.
After, yet another, glance at Dusty's stunning REMIX, I was suddenly gripped with the need to turn her Post-Apocolyptic vision into words. I'm not sure that goal was accomplished as well as I had originally hoped, but I feel fairly pleased with the outcome none the less <333