As I Am

As I breathe, the world is transformed.
It writhes and flickers, warps in velvet.
A kaleidoscope of doubt and mirth
Scattered haphazard over linear fools.
And fools they might be
Staggering lost on a choppy sea.

As I watch, dust turns to rain
Filling empty gazes with life and hunger,
Nectar trudging bravely through a dead dog's ear,
Emerging as a stain on this upturned carpet
Once hidden, but hidden no more
Scrabbling for refuge on an out-of-reach shore.

As I laugh, silence is dealt a stony hand
Rigid for eternity, no warmth is here
Now, among the spoils of youth
It is a bleak reminder of what is ended
A clingfilm adornment on well-behaved sin
A beauty only glanced at on a lonely whim.

As I sleep, ink runs down the door in strings
Winding a rope, settling on dismal tile
Then retreating to uncertainty, bound
Like dogs to an unseen maestro, called
Like flames to fire
From want, to yearn, to steel desire.