Abysmally Lost Poem by Jole Hans

Standing
Meandering
Catatonic philandering
even so, hard love forlorn

Abysmally lost
at grave cost
What is left with me
moving at the same speed
but nothing

Back at the brim of my leap
only a capsule remains

As faint as beacons can be
asking, to the only genuine moment

Was it worth it?

The line of connection stretching eternally thinner
My answer of uncertainty echoing in the cylinder in which I am traveling

As waves - unable to bear the notion any longer
Then coping, before falling into the pit within itself
No bottom can be reached
Only an un-hasty dilution

Almost completely vanished
as if `cause velocity

A trail left enclosing my only link
Obscuring for all others

Gradually merging with the walls
Then. Reprise, acted over

Listen closely
you might hear the bulging water
hitting the shores of infinity
And realize, you have become the wave itself