Dissipation Poem by Mark R Slaughter
Dissipation
Night
On a corner
I stood
Time-blurred
Marble-still
In a street-post
Way
Watching
Floes of eons
Draw down
Faults
Of past reality
In moon-dead way
Of mind
Over time
A shadow-figure
Saw me through
No more a meaning
Like a blend
Of blackened greys
At one with night
Assigned
As fog
Dissipating
I sort of
Drift away
As did she
Upon a day
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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