---

Ambrosial waft of scent-memories among the listless decay

As a rare tautness dishevels the flow and corrupts our resolve

Fallen to forlorn, a body (to) begrime

Embers of a bitter time

There, in the throes of despair

Pull that weight, fan that flame

Apathy beset form

Raze the sun

Lost…pulse

Casts one to stelliform

Cessation of earthly mold

Ruins – Ruins

no longer desirable?

Blighted in the unbearable lightness of being

As a specimen of divine folly; alone in our bodies

Pus and potency

In visions of disease

Impregnated with venom

Likened: a jolt to flesh

Wistfully

Contracting

Fading

We are done.

We are gone.