I still see things, smell things, hear things-
although they are not still
in immediate existence

There are pieces of time
swept in between the fabric
of space separating
knowing and forgetting

They exist in a place all their own
separate from reality
in implicit duality
clawing and scabbing me

But they have lost their naivety,
and have had their creativity
swapped with rationality

the colors that once blared vibrantly,
fade & drip into the obscurity

that has poisoned my mentality

but they are still very much there
hallowed and impaired,
yet so very much there

Fall has
indeed

befallen