Copyright 2002 - M.D. Burke

Unseen Standing discretely Quietly Translucent in sunless air I am a pallid light Struggling against opaque intricate flows of nothingness Submerged in an elegant numbness so profound It's ground into me like dust that never settles The stillness has nothing more than a pale sympathy to offer An endless indistinct nullity Indifferent to my suffering Isolation displays an extravagant rhythmic grace A certain purity and purpose in its stoic elaborations Leaving something of a ghost in its wake I am the final silence A nebulous stone effigy sustained by fragments of memories  Dining on shaded echoes of thoughts others want to forget Discarded dislocated moments with no connection to anyone They nourish what little there is left of me I am synthetic Artificial Blown about like paper Only experiencing love through proxy Stealing touches meant for others I have no one to cherish as my world dissolves around me I will die and when I die It will be in the manner in which I've lived With my regrets sundering into frail faded whispers