stealthily

Elaborate, these enormous accessories that quantify our space
and beneath all these dusty trophies are the pine needle bones
thin as silk the constructs of our histories.
I would like to burn all this away, all the success of our lies
I seek the still posture that I built this mound upon.
The brittle foundation that carries this.
I will dive into the rubbish as stealthily as night,
to reach the abandoned posture intact.
Solo as a star I must return to the bottom.