each day dawns
a somber blankness
in which the
chemicals splash
shades and shadows
the pencil scratching
cross hatching
in an illusion
of depth on a
two dimensional plane

each shaky footstep
onto this rickety
bridge of frantic
sketches in a
shower of falling
graphite saturated
rubbery attempts to
salvage the nascent
scene before it all
tumbles into tomorrow

ignoring the racheting
clicks as the car
is pulled slowly to
the top of the next
precipitous plummeting
tracing fingertips
on the indentations
where yesterdays were
paradoxical vistas of
a future wasted away
trying to etch todays
to savor in the silence