Remembrance flows
like silk sliding through
coarse fingers
unwilling to grasp what
was once there.

Space fills up the vortex
we are pulled into. The
Deconstruction of your
psyche trembles
with consciousness
barely visible below the
layer of breath
that separates that air from
sliding molecules.

Blue lips coupled with pale skin
while drifting down that inverted air
your mass settles to the sedimentary trough.
Buried below green blades-pliable tenderness, caresses each
stiff limb.

Eyes seeing past let the wind
which- push your dwelling to and fro-
blink your eyes. Happiness is a concept
you once thought you knew. That I know.