Failing and feeling like a picture falling out of focus
A slow dissolve on the pinpoints of what was certain
pixels multiply and fall off and spread to the wind
Sat on a low stair head between the knees just breathing
Looking up and everything is just pulsating and heaving
Just fuzz and fizz and spaces in between the zaps
And the popping sound of a fire dying
Flankers stopped on cold wet grass
Looking for kith and kindling
And forgetting how to speak
- me for literally no reason (I used to do this on ICQ)
#poetry