Part Two of a Poetic Triptych

From whence I came and whence I went
I filled my lungs my heart with sent
So potently adamant,
Spiritually impotent,
Surging with nothing but
This, so inadequate.

Wafting away through porous skin,
Wishing for something more lived in.

I came to conclusions so
Far from my mind’s unknown
Recesses, sediment
Settled on heart’s content
Only to feel distant
Only to see this end

Wafting from hardened skin
Wishing for all life’s sins.

Known but not loved once more.
Loved but not known I pour
Drops, call it eloquent,
It’s all that I have left.
Not enough to repent
Of life’s hard, discontent

Wafting of liquid skin
Wishing for love again.