- Descent or degeneration
to a lower or worse state
Today
there’s something to those
pictures that makes me already look old & faded, even way
back then
Always
keeping so very busy engendered in me a background sense of
comforting permanency
I
ran the suburbs like a vast personal savanna and then crouched in
front of TV like some smoky fire
Striped
cat purred on top that old wool blanket on my
tired lap during a tiny fractal eddy of forever
In
the morning the world seemed born again until I rejoined the
angry herd, in the smog, once again
The
dew, though tainted with our mistakes, still made things look very
fresh and wondrously clean
My
takeout
beliefs had grown cold and stale just when I needed their
nourishment the most
I
was unconsciously framing an apology even as I lashed out in blind
rage for the 9 millionth time
Swirling
into a hungover
consciousness, I vowed one more time that it would never
happen again
I
grew confused as to what year we went where on which,
long-anticipated 3 day holiday weekend
I
kissed her again for the first time on that golden October afternoon,
knowing she was gone
forever
Given
our circumstances, I found my almost daily depression normal, and my
rare happiness a mystery
It
wasn’t until long afterward that I realized how late it had already
grown, even so long ago
Slowly
I convinced myself I had lost my way, though really I never had a
clue as to where I was headed
As
my youthful anger slowly aged to a foolish bitterness, I
still hoped to distill a few drops of wisdom
Even
as we made our eternal
vows we both knew that simple time alone would unthinkingly undo
them
My
seeming hardened indifference sprang simply from my being overwhelmed
by insoluble issues
My
safe
habits had worn a familiar groove in a very small part of an
infinity of frightening possibilities
I
studied myself as I slowly devolved back into that dimensionless
point from which I had no memories
I
saw the four short seasons of my
life morphing to an endless and dreamless, dark winter’s night
sleep