Withering Decay

Bare anamnesis

Dry as the earth

Disconnection

Imperishable

Fastened to anguish

At blistering pace

In tiny moments

Euphoria finds a way

To mislead me

Enough to persuade

A light behind the church

Crept up to the gate

In time

That's all that remained

Just a memory

Of three saints

Withering decay was slow

Within the amber eve

The shroud hung long and low

Remains the incomplete

I could have died there

With no contest

No atonement

Again and again