Beggar's velvet covers every blue morning. Kisses from the dust witch bring me to my knees. Now it seems that seconds and minutes mean everything. The world is obscured in a gaussian blur and my name's written in the dust. Smothered in uncertainties and sideways calumnies, I reflect on the course of life and its fractal impurities.
I have stood on the shores of this insipid sea of bleach, I have watched my colors bleed out all along the beach. Time accelerates rusty gears, groaning in my ears; a cruel chronology tolls as days disappear.
Ghosts haunt the fields where I have lain with ambivalence. Shattered turns left untaken have indeed made the difference. So the days disintegrate and cover me in their grit. The relentless grind drags on and drags me along with it.
I have walked among the graves in fluorescent-lit office stalls, I have stared at memo boards and dreamt beyond those walls. I have lingered in the steps of this desolation waltz, danced to a requiem played on the wings of moths.
Bathed in the powder from pulverized yesterdays, the cremains of desires set ablaze, the lint off of tattered memoirs, and walking through the embers of dying stars to stare through a myopic soot of ashes and remnants. But I'll burn like a phoenix rising from the pyre to eclipse the gasping litanies, the impending catastrophes, the injuries and apologies no longer worth mourning to burn like a comet crashing in the ocean!
I will close the incomplete circles of my life, I will dance through a thousand ballrooms filled with idyllic light. No more will I suffocate in this atmosphere so stale; gem-like flames will envelope me as I lift this dusty veil.