a shadow of doubt when pale detaches

from ink stains, memories fragmented with time’s passage

breaking a hull.

unable to travel more even as waves keep pushing forth,

locked within this cove,

sinking slowly while the skiy blue remains

and nothing else.

a lock of hair drops to the dry earth unable to digest

the message to be conveyed,

then gets mixed in, swallowed with dirt and debris

till only footprint cover what should have seen air vibrant.

dulled, loopy, forlorn, wilted

barely recognizable from the stamps of life

thrown all around, made known, quite colorful

unlike what is not missed, loved, to be forgotten

when time moves on, with debris left behind.

could it be made alive again?

a hint, a frown, a speech made of many layered meanings

a crunch, a bite, a mastication, lump forms on the throat

for the bone is stuck, gasp, throttle

with debris vomited, thrown out, slammed

back to shadows slightly anxious, deliberated actions,

hesitant to a period.

of what may be, possibility, could, but, should

like two sides of the same coin

where the god face, the devil twin both

mutter words of deception, half truths, the cup is never filled

till it gets downsized.

but that’s not the point is it?

what is, at hand, the present not to be traded

for whimsical, meaningless not mine or yours

stretching forth like the blue sky eternal promises kept

in that far off space, tucked beneath these inkstains,

belief shakes hands with reality, truth is tied up

in that lock of hair now hidden beneath layers of footprints.