shifting, sliding,
caught in indecision
trapped in a winding labyrinth
running round circles
fleeing from fate
this moment laden with uncertainty
a drop of rain falling into an infinite sea
roiling and raging
a faint ripple
erased by the unending restless waves

how many of these moments
stored up in ancient flasks
eldritch bottles of pent-up time
vials filled with wishes
the smoky liquor of possibility
now shattering, as the maelstrom descends
rending and tearing
this false tranquility
this illusory stillness

moments of time stacked up on top of each other
hours become days
days compressed into years
imploding into a vortex where even light cannot escape
memories spilling across the void
like scattered grain
each passing moment like a glittering star
burning briefly then fading like cooling embers

I am spinning out of this story
out of time
no name, no place
the watcher in the wilderness
Void born
dwelling in the darkness between the stars
with sight but without voice

This featureless oblivion,
the velvet cloak of nothingness
cast about my shoulders
no name, no business
I’m lost

Still luxuriating in anonymity
this blank, empty page
longing voicelessly
and still it stirs
for something I cannot name
It ebbs and flows within me
coming to me only in sleep
inspiration perhaps
or maybe hope
like the delicious sweetness of a loving kiss
warm and still and perfect

It drifts and fades
like the fine mist of false dawn
and wispy memories of gloomy June
melting away before the brilliant sunrise
in this seaside town
leaving a faint fragrance
and traces of a memory long forgotten

This vacant emptiness that is my abode
and the ending of things long past
the beginning of things still undreamt of.