another blur,
fuzzy and hazy edges lie at the page corners,
sun dried edges, wrinkled eyes, stress marks all over
smile lines dim like the Sun’s final farewell on the horizon.
there is a chill in the atmosphere, as if it has been centuries without joy, eons without color
gray bleakness has overtaken the land.
It appears as an eternal winter-
barren, lifeless.
simply black & white.
any sign of life is buried so far beneath the surface out of reach.

paper mache casings, hardened rock
layer upon layer, enclosed around the once cloud like dreams.

plastered on the wall, as if taxidermy on display. frozen in time.
dust lies on the stony surface,
a crooked family photograph,

as if the image has taken its final look into Medusa’s eyes. withered from time not yet lived,
yet so much lies ahead…. there was so much life to have been had.

it’s fragility is horrifying, like paper thin sugar glass i bear witness to what could have been,
to all things that have yet to happen, but could have, i see alternate routes, roads, and pathways

beyond “down the line,”
visions of what could have been now dead and gray as soon as the decision to ignore it was made. so many possibilities passed away by a mere choice of fear over faith….