LASTS GASPS  GONE      

                        
far away deeply                
long ago sleeping                
letting go sweetly                
lost time                
lapsed                
i am                
though not                
gone soft                
caught up                
too freely spent                
without regrets                
passed off                
shed                  
away  within                
devoured by silent                
fleeting ghosts                  
of minutes fed                  
to countless                
hungering hours                
in feasts              
of bygone days            
like these                
long past                
their subtle  
savored lessons learned                
or not                
both hard                      
and soft                
enjoyed or fought                
lived and loved                
recalled                
forgot              
rejoiced  regretted                
held precious                    
or lost                
so many                    
countless memories                      
to either  
more deeply                
reflect upon                
to carelessly            
toss                
or mysteriously                
purge out  
from their long            
lingering darkness                
onto            
the still hungering         
beckoning call                
of once                
empty pages          
mute  dreaming needs                
like these                
wherein all my                
dropped thoughts                
are swallowed up                
into the                
boundless                
blind  howling abyss                
of each                
consumptive                
swollen nights                
open flow            
of my own streaming                
segued dreams                
soon enough forgot  
amid                
the rushing blurs                
of lifes recyclic            
now quickly unravelling  
threadbare seams                
wherein eventually                
not even the dust                
of these few            
newly fallen                
broken snowflake words  
even here now  
still touching down   
shall be enough                
to leave            
their open stains      
behind        
for no shadows cast                
by dreams release                
can linger                
long enough beyond              
their own brief                  
finite  
whispered songs  
resonant  
fading ghosts  
timeless last gasps  
final sighs  
goin  
going  going  
gone