trivial

it is what it isn't

look, and it fades away

unfazed by inconsequence

thrive in the unknown

seeping into the cracks it's falling through

fleeting with great resistance

stories firmly grounded that never were

tethered at the bottom, sinking like a boyant stone

soaring free with a ball and chain

far out, behind, beside

entropy lost, always a gain

it isn't what it is inside