Fibre

Now comes the slow fog –

Not looking when you could have

Becomes not looking now you can’t –

Now comes the eternal now:

A balancing act of letting things be,

Addressing nothing, accretion of complication,

The only consideration remaining how

This state of grand denial took over entirely.

All hail the smooth ageing –

Looking in the looking glass,

Just not becoming anymore –

All hail the mortal coil:

An unbalanced state of letting things go,

Recalling nothing, accretion of pathology,

The only clear morality cowers, despoiled

By the acts of dereliction and dumbshow.