State of Soil

I have forgotten what I consist of.
There is land and there is sea.
And they meet.
But they don't speak.

I float, disconnected and unable to find the way back.
I tumble, recklessly unable to find a break to stop.

There is no feeling, breathing or seeing.

Only emptiness, like a box lacking continents.

So, I will never get shipped away
Or filled, or full.

Just dusted and lingering amongst the soil,
which continues to dry, and crack and take off with debris.

Memory wiped away from the moment I landed and touched this ground.