It's blurring out of sight The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades Fluid and vanishing Dissolving, hiding things In your room, after the scene, when the faces shift Into someone else The arcade is echoing In a shattered self, the figure's shimmering Alter all the static thoughts Into something less than what was sought The splendour of within Inner helplessness no more Empty habits cure the needs Solely to concede Never disagree Seek obscurity in lucidity My identity is dying, Someone said: "Can you believe this line?" And for all I know there's a cure Faltering, reversing forward Sentiment's never odd or even The minds are solid as liquid It's reverberant and faint Vaguely luminous Everything has changed And nothing is the same