we are sequential

we are molded in the dark

we are star(dust) perpetually returning to(ward) the chaos

we all navigate in search of home(s)

we all carry our coffin(s) with us

we all meet death with our light vessel(s) in tow

some of us are capsized ships on foreign shores

some of us make dwellings among the ruins

some of us are captains and the water is a womb

some of us are captives, held by the place that time forgot

some of us remember so that memory will not be persuaded by time and power to forget