LAST GASPS GONE  / 3:12 a.m.

     far away    deeply  
   
long ago    sleeping  
   
     letting go    sweetly  
   
lost time    lapsed  
   
     i am    though not  
   
gone soft    caught  
   
     too freely    spent  
   
without    regrets  
   
     shed    passed off  
   
away    within  
   
     devoured    by silent  
   
fleeting    ghosts    
   
     of minutes    fed to  
   
countless    hungry  
   
     hours    in feast  
   
of bygone    days  
   
     both had    and lost  
   
dropped    thoughts  
   
     all swallowed    up  
   
into    the boundless  
   
     blind    abyss  
   
of each    consumptive  
   
     swollen    nights  
   
open    flow of  
   
     streaming    segued  
   
dreams    soon enough  
   
     forgot    amid  
   
the rushing    blurs  
   
     of lifes    recyclic  
   
now quickly    unraveling  
   
     threadbare    seams
 
wherein    it seems
 
     at least    to me
 
from what    i ve seen
   
     that    eventually
 
not even    the dust
 
     of these    few fallen
 
broken snowflake    words  
   
     shall ever    be enough  
   
to leave    their open
   
     ghostly stains    behind  
   
for no    shadows  
 
     cast    by dreams  
 
released    can linger  
 
     long    beyond
 
their own    brief
 
     finite    whispered songs      
   
timeless    last gasps      
   
     goin    going
 
gone