time turns into
shovels of dirt
on a coffin
'cause,
I'm not getting
out of here
either.

If you
met me now
would you
know who I was?

so much less
in a larger package,
like merchandise
that has
'settled'
during shipping

it doesn't have much
choice in the matter
compacted
from the undulations
of traveling.

what happens
when you're
too far
from point A
to remember
where point B
was supposed to be?

is that all
we really are?

less and lost

and settled?