fleck

the filter of smoldering landscapes
tinges the environment I traipse
among ominous illuminations
speckled in falling ash
dusting my recent days
in amnesia
the sun
the hue of fading ember
cauterizes the blood pathways
which oozed since cracked open on Kester
furnishing a solid bead of burnt crimson

paused in a queer sort of admiration
I am witness to
the amount
in duration
and the deep chasm carved

I find myself plunged

the defunct relapse
instigates a constant pressure
behind my sight and inwardly
towards my filtering function

nudged into recalling
the vague notion
of childlike tantrum
and unapologetic dismissal

as suddenly as it approached
this hindering flux evaporates

it is but a fleck
just as you wished




"And I do recall that my very best friends were the ones who left me empty and ready to be filled again."