Grip

Wreck rebirth

The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore

Median castaway

The faded green's allure

Played enough

At climbing from my concrete island home;

Forgotten what those broken legs were for

I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs

Transparent things you hold on to

I know what's mine

A greying field of sky

And in whose grip I lie

Pain no less

Blackout caresses

Encroaching green

Forgotten what my failing eyes had seen

Once so excessive

Now so lean