degradation

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

(reflections of
love and
life and
hope)

shattered.

grey bleeds in again
between the lines,
leaving translucent bridges
over chasms and slow chaos.

(she wrapped her arms around me --
one of them flickered,
twitched,

disappeared.)

this slow, sweet decadence
is all i have left to lean on.