Journey upon a Stony Road

What is it?
That which saddens the walk.
What is it?
The weight inside the chest.
The inability to breathe.

Collector of stolen breaths
How do you measure worth?
For the non – sensory,
Ontological fruition is impossible.

Yet you persevere
Always asking, always fumbling
Never actually, never…
Flux on the verge of a cloudy dusk.

What is it?
The moment of triumph.
What is it?
Fastening coat, quickening steps,
Upon a stony road.