Dust Collection

I'm slowing my roll

I feel gravity's pull like an icicle drying out on a drip in the gutter

These last few months my days are mostly the same

My dreams are insane! I can't remember my own name

I can't remember a thing

And I'd never do it again, But I'm so glad it happened

We live rent-free on a subsidy of photos so dim in a dust collection

An honorable mention for decades with intention, and a few months in detention

My last days spent in another dimension

And I'd never do it again