It's blurring out of sight

The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades

Fluid and vanishing

Dissolving, hiding things

In your room, after the scene

When the faces shift

Into someone else

The arcade's echoing

In a shattered self

The figure's shimmering

Alter all the static thoughts

Into something less than what was sought

The splendour of within

Inner helplessness, no more

Empty habits cure the needs

Solely to concede

Never disagree

Seek obscurity in lucidity

Someone said

My identity is dying

Someone said

(Can you believe, can you believe this line?)

And for all I know, there's a cure

Faltering, reversing forward

Sentiment's never odd or even

The minds are solid as liquid

It's reverberant and faint

Vaguely luminous

Everything has changed

And nothing is the same

Alter all the static thoughts

Into something less than what was sought

The splendour of within

Inner helplessness, no more

Empty habits cure the needs

Solely to concede

Never disagree

Seek obscurity in lucidity