The Waves Of Attrition

You 
are no longer
here
you are lost
among the waves 
of incoherence and idolatry
that makes one
dance
for your own
amusement,
telling 
the others
that you 
still care,
not ready to admit
that 
you are 
just as lost
in the emptiness
in every days
as those
you
ran away from,
who will always
look
to you 
like they are standing still,
but they 
in turn
see you
in the very
same 
way.

There are
no 
friends,
only a series
of collisons and circumstances
that mark
our lives,
washing endlessly
in the
ghosts of attrition
that we
all share,
yet we all
suffer 
alone.

It’s not
the motion
that kills,
but the stops and starts
that pry
us
from ability
to relex.
It is
thrilling,
it is
frightening,
it is
all I 
know.
And the ache
can 
run
deeper
than the rush
that brings
us back
to the surface,
for the
moment.

There is no line,
only a series
of circles, 
repeating and reworking
our twttches and 
habits,
until they seem
a sense of normal,
having
lived
it all
before,
until the circle
fades, 
and the spinning
of waves
begins 
again, 
and we rise,
and we fall, 
and we dive,
hoping
that the next 
idea
will
save 
us. 

-Daniel Coston
August 29, 2018