We are ill!
Our bodies are rotting away
From myriad years of neglect;
Our vim is gone.
...
Rummaging through
Subconscious archive
I stumble on distant
Memories of foretime,
...
Like fallen flowers
On trodden villainous path
Unwholesomely mercied at
Whims of cruel fate's feet,
...
As darkness embraces
What light left behind,
And pall settles over
Our optical pieces,
...