Living in a life
already forgotten
everywhere emptiness exists
like growing oceans
blue and endless
rising above the drowning
land
in the distance the echoes
of grey sunsets resound
like an impending storm
everywhere dusty figures weave
through gaps of thought
step from broken mirrors
and blurry photographs
to stare and scrutinize
a mass of translucent shadows
unseen and unheard
but existing
like the emptiness
like the forgotten
that is everywhere