Flash in the Pan

Short thrusts of bone edge me skyward.
Shedding constricting clothes like soft
Tufts of hair, newly shorn, cascading in
Tight concentric circles to the floorboard.

Piled up they form negative sculptures
Reflecting life dimly, quickening to silence.
Staring out of this shifting skull matter
Mimics my changing feelings, weathered
Each day to keep the beat of failing forms.

Changes shift from growth to decay.
Peeling off layers of innocence who
Flash out of existence, quick as falling
Stars creep over sky’s receding hair.

Tenderly holding the reflection still atop
Waters flowing away in expanding rings.
Each chasing the other beyond my sight
While laping at my feet. they quiver apart.