what we stand on

we don't stand on each others' shoulders,

we stand on broken bones ground to dust,

we stand on rotted roots

exhausted from their searching,

we stand on the ashes of a fire

well-spent and outlived,

we stand on memories

distilled as fuel

for dreams waiting to be born,

we stand on words spoken

and left unsaid,

fallen and rested

like the sand in an hourglass,

we stand on bonds made

without a promise,

dead in every moment lived fully,

like water wetting the breeze,

we stand on the emptiness

of worlds that must be forsaken

to live the one that's waiting

inside us, for us, with us -

one world being birthed, without a form.