Subtlety

Was it a subtle farewell, for one such as I?

Me, myself and I, lacking tact and the holding of breath, sought out a star in my darkness with an ardent oblivion.

Now, breathless on the ground, far from stars, I see I have tripped on my own shoelaces.

I inhale the dirt.

The tears are not from injury. I may as well be a child in a woman's husk, bringing forth unfeigned efforts to know a star which are no more effective than blowing bubbles or flying a kite.

Nothing on the earth hath brought me joy.

Fog obscures heaven as I fumble weakly with my laces, and a chill comes over me.

Unable to see, I remove my shoes resolutely and walk in numbness, wishing for asylum from the lonely night.