In the moment of clarity
That clouds the mind
Winds wash the
Placating thoughts
Down the drain
Like a junkie's rush
Tapping the vein of life
Procedure and
Conjecture
Melt into the woodwork
And the frame work
Of a metal mind
Fragrant apathy
Spills into the corners
And rages through the halls
Of the mental picture
Leaving traces of
Who I once was
Time races by
As days pass slower and slower
Filled with the remnants
Of bitter change.