Sweet black languid memories
wafting in restlessness
adrift and lingering
waiting to set myself free.
Drawn into this candid embrace
through a medically induced melancholy
to find auto-fragments shattered among the ether
like dust, discombobulated and still waiting
Plunged into inky pools of self-reflection
ever expanding and contracting
cursed by indecision
Still – the flame ever burns.