Something deleted from FB

It is strange how somethings can change in an incredibly short timeperiod, unnervingly so...it doesn't change those things themselves, but it changes ones views and perspectives of them...such that a toll of sadness and a kind of emotional gravity singularity warping feeling, time and space takes place, potentially crushing, pulverising or at least distorting memories that, until recent events, were, or seemed quite...well...beautiful...for good measure, or ill, decidedly odd, not since inception, if I recall right...indeed, there is an element, a thread, if one will, sic, of performance or performativenes...but...

Raw and vastly unabridged...barely edited...

I could be wrong, I simply just don't know...maybe this too will pass...eventually...hairsbreadths sixpenny turns seem apealing all of a sudden...

PS. NOT on Facebook

2020 03 20 5.00

...strange, isn't it?

...how a word can take on a new, personal significance.

What's that word?

Diminished.

The end point...brought, musically, by a journey, perhaps more of a process?

Diminuendo.

Not a petering out or guttering...though gutting...the inverse of big bang, ha! Implosion of a not so soapy vividly irridescent bubble bursting
So pretty, alluring, can it corruscate?

...and yet...
...they do...
...still...

Not so much hand washing, sic...as wringing...

Words, carved, scratched, hewn
On paper and memory...incomplete.
Fragmentary...and, yes...strange, wierdly but definitively so...

My aim? Pleasingly.