Tracing Empty Sky

Mind mine
aligned to 
the notion 
that the ocean's
commotion stands
horizon waving 
unwavering in
the traces of 
persons known,
un, friendly, un,
and all the other
adjectives. Control
counts as its victims
itself; solipsism slips,
falling into falling into
falling into autumn's
bittering embrace,
naked disgraced,
tracing empty sky
with empty hands.