can't cast the last stone: to the past and beyond yonder

The light phased out in blips and drips sapping the energy
the universe drowned in a silent moment
papacies of eternity were born and reborn
a gentle hum to accompany an aeon.
The buzz was sucked up by the rugdoctor
tore a ligament or two in the big rip
sipped from the big cup of a small life
tap-danced to latent dreams

the sheafs and wreaths laid out
stories were placed in the church donation basket
lives to follow lives
deaths to follow all.
Meth in the lab.

My dreams are sunny, yellow, dry,
faded, awake, fresh and confusing.
Without a memory, every moment is like a reincarnation.
The transient avatar.