DRAGGING DEADWEIGHT

memory wanders as the mind does in this endless mist. how much is illusory within this maze of jumbled remembrances. brief glimpses and evocations of the muzzled past and buried. the time before now is gone and left without the trace of life. the past as a listless corpse, heavy as a burden, reanimated only for the most infinitesimal of seconds. not without consequence and subsequent discomfort, speaking as horror would. in complete silence.
And we did speak only to break / The silence of the sea! 110

IN MIST OR CLOUD

throat scratched dry brings back awareness of the nothingness around. unmeasured footsteps in a dream state fleeting into the slow onslaught of creeping mist unrolling before you, hovering above the cold ground like memories detached. engulfing and all consuming of perspective, landmarks and the only visible things which attach you to a semblance of reality. willowing fragmented whispers, shapes unforming before you as the fog curls around your mind. each step taken as shadows grow immense, dim without colour, vision obscured and limbs lost in smoke. blood grows cold and sharp to the ears. wander endless in shrouded silence.
there is nothing here but the breath of loneliness.

SLOW PASSING OF MIDDAY

the sun is above, hovering there now for 1000 days, draining you of persperation and will. determined, you struggle forward, unintentionally searching for any sign of life, passing or going. there is nothing but the endless footsteps of your loneliness, hitting the hard surface of the road abandoned. people were once here.