Well, well…
well on your way…
You are well on our way
to Nowhere.

Where, where
Anonymity awaits:
white robes, a golden robe
around the waist.

Lay waste
to your name.
Cast aside what remains
of your hard-earned face.

Face yourself, fellow:
You are
No body, no one.
Nameless heaven.
A feather in the wind.
A glacier melting.

Bones,
bones creakin’ –
that’s the sound
of your prophet speakin’.

No body, no one.
Nameless heaven.
A feather in the wind.
A glacier melting.
Fellow fellow.

Fellow fellow.
Knowhere.

(6/21/2019 – Half Moon Lake, Polk County, Wisconsin)