That sad waking crawl putting wrinkles to your limbs
moment eating moment
present enveloping
dealing with the changes
let the crippling begin
laughing with the aging
fleeting from existence
perennial fall turns the light out in me
phantom pains all up my body
atone to the slow ache inching closer to fate
against the tide turns the light out in me
passing is the nature of time
beating itself out of my chest