a silent, ancient memory --
faded images in staccato jolting,
fluid motion worn away
by the steady pace of time.
black, white, bleeding grey
complete the mind,
glaze the expanse;
the half-forgotten vision
of far-away unreality.
fractured. immortal
mirrored panes
shattered.
grey bleeds in again
between the lines,
leaving translucent bridges
over chasms and slow chaos.
this slow, sweet decadence
is all i have left to lean on.