As You Stand

Packed tightly beneath your feet Thicker than a veil, softer than stone Textured with intentional blemishes Like the gunk of an unidentifiable viscosity That keeps binder in check and words alive No technical purpose your mind can register But to keep idle hands idle and souls full of ache No technical purpose but to make it feel more Trampled by words, forming an empty But impossibly full epitaph You’ve never met, but they register like film In your heart of no eyes, full of ceremonial Growing pains, as you see just to spite With the eyes of an eagle Like a steed they rode through your labyrinthe Discovering those things that never existed You never allowed to exist The wind blows away a tear of remorse The centaur roars and closure is found