As flesh turns to crêpe
As sky fades to yesterday
As the rose powders
The Eye pulls out the past
There’s the house where we made moments
it glows under a moonlit stage
empty for new blood
repeat of chances
promises
dreams
love
life
Fading flag of time
one last chance to mast
Step this way to death
Hang your stash of moments on its branches
Jigsaw in haphazard un-order-juggle-throw-sway
Step back, forward, back
Link you-to me-to-them-to that-to them-to it-to they-to who-to there-to why?
Understood backwards
Checkmate
Curtain
Mark Sheeky’s Oil painting: The Shore Of Forever (available for purchase)