Daubed beyond distinction in dim twilight.
content have I frayed the tethers;
To paradox condemned, I find myself
Lying restless in a bed of feathers.
Faceless Time blindly swings his scythe through
years, halting their emergence.
Poised, on the point of this execution;
Solitude, but the sum of my fervence.
Scattered remains from the day diffuse to
currents, oft to remind -
Numerous tears in the fabric of life,
Cause nought but complaint for its ill-design.
Pursuant to a past, unrelenting,
Fragments of self, bow
Aft this engagement, Dawn rises to meet
Night's solemn, begrudging genuflection.