she talked so
incredibly
slowly
i felt
myself dying
in between
words

i swam
in a bottomless
swath of eternity
as she droned on
cursing the day
overladen with
anxieties as my
dragonfly wings
hover in
negative spaces
just east of
existence

i question if
i am even here
while the elevator
lost track of
its only passenger
taking me on
a convoluted trip
to every other floor
before i was entangled
in amber dissonance

she repeats
in
slow motion
the same
phrase until
i can no longer
diferentiate
her voice
from the echo

am i real?
can you see me?
hear my thoughts?

this is
the last will and testament
of a fading fool
broadcast
in technicolor halfspeed
if you can see this
i’m sorry