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.