Again, that sinking feeling.
I question every shallow breath
As dulling shadows dance from dark to gray.
In their wake
An hourglass worth of memories
Slips away.

Unseen flashes, unheard chatter.
A cry of past promises,
Molding.
Consolation lost in fading presence.

Again, that hazy hint.
Eloquent certainties evaporate
With every random grasp.
Existential Silly String fills dark corners
With brightly colored comfort.
Fuzzy dogma.

This and that, tit for tat.
A blanket for all seasons,
But too short.
Cold extremities yearn for true warmth.

No fuller a life than one in want of reason,
No lesser a life than one without it.
Yet, does not the unseen spider
also weave its web?