a l i c e

o l i v e r

a l i c e

o l i v e r

Were it to exist

In the presence of their remains

Polished smooth by the layers of time

Engraved in a forgotten place

of soil and sediment

Shaped by the transient time exposed

 

Like soft veiled figures in windows

Projecting faint rays into the fading light

Curtains hang, solid

Disintegrating into a muted void

An obscure fluorescence permeates from the domain

Darkness cannot exist outside of the light

Forecasting the illusion of the ideal

Fossilised

 

Light acquiesces to the contour of the night

Partial and permanent

The presence of absence

And the absence of presence

A fly on the wall

Pressed to the glass

The truth unveiled

Dissolving into nothingness

Other than as a scattered dying hallucination