One score and nine years ago
(OK, that’s a tad dramatic, but…)

An entire existence –
as it was –
Obliterated
by ink on paper and
Blue-green hues evaporated
in the scent of tender wood, whisky and spice.

(And then again, before)

that existence –
as it was –
Fabricated
in snapshots of
Skewed perception and ransomed
in paper and words and broken promises.

(And now?)

Existing –
as it is –
Existing.

Written January 2024