Mark R Slaughter


Dissipation - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Night
On a corner

I stood

Time-blurred

Marble-still

In a street-post
Way

Watching
Floes of eons
Draw down
Faults
Of past reality

In moon-dead way
Of mind

Over time
A shadow-figure
Saw me through

No more a meaning

Like a blend
Of blackened greys
At one with night
Assigned
As fog

Dissipating

I sort of
Drift away

As did she

Upon a day

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012


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  • Gold Star - 5,863 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (5/9/2012 1:59:00 AM)

    Mark. R. Slaughter, Well described...eeriness... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 15, 2012


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