In the slow-to

In the slow-to

Quickening

Fall

Toward oblivion,

A future we all think

Is not ours to live

Until there is no escape

No coming back

When there is nothing else

But breaking

Into a thousand splinters

Disintegrating.

Degrading

Episodes of false memory

Decreasing pretensions

Of lucidity

Interspersed with

Flashes of inspiration

Scattered wildly

Throughout a wilderness

Of repetition.

Explanations

Of the blindingly obvious

Intimate recollections

That come and go

Slipping through the cracks

Sidestepping truths

Sleepwalking

In daydreams

Lost in the fog.

Looking for superglue

Holding the edges together

Coming apart at the seams

Woolgathering

Without a pattern

Falling for sob stories

Because they sound plausible.

Forgetting to remember

Missing the point,

When it was so easily made

Just the other day,

Sharp as a tack

On a Tuesday

When it is a Wednesday,

Then realising

You have said it all before

To somebody else

Who might have listened

When what you had to say

Held some sway.

Before that change

The one you barely noticed

Imperceptible

Until it happened

And before you knew it

Was all coming loose

The bottom fell out

Of the futures market

And you were irrelevant.