I am swayed from world to world as if on a ship on the ocean and feeling the slant of my gravity I'm slightly off balance as the various shadows push through from those worlds, I notice the strangeness of things familiar and intimate my lover's hair always silky now frizzy in the sunlight, crystalline like strands of glass in stead of gossamer and a little too dark the glimmering streams mid-air suspended as the gardens she waters, a little too long tarry as if time had slowed, presaging an end of times the roses in their carmine colours clad exude age, and ominous fatigue speak wistfully, of memories of youth and I find myself at odds with where I am not lost, but in a lost world I've come across a tiny planet on the edge of some galaxy off kilter and a bit tilting I'm not all here I am pieces, shards scattered across worlds like a cauldron of bats flying off with a start or leaves in the furious winds, dispersed I am a waning light spread across a vast darkness [29-VI-2025]