Hemlocked Heart

Travel between I’m told
Release yourself, be one
But what happens when all
At once
I am none,
I am floating in the river
Bobbing without direction in glass
Breaking my heart to listen
To hear
Too many cries echo beneath my feet
Too many universes have whispered
Too many minds have been broken by the wind
And mine is not strong, not fortified against the madness
That creeps from the glacier that’s fed with blood
To find me wrapped in shadows, alert as the river turns 
Against my being, the rush,
Overcome by majesty and unfit to feel its pulse