Grip

Wreck rebirth,
The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore.
Median castaway,
The faded green's allure.
Played enough
At climbing from my concrete island home
Forgotten what those broken legs were for.

I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs,
Transparent things you hold on to.
I know what's mine,
A greying field of sky,
And in whose grip i lie.

Pain no less,
Blackout caresses,
Encroaching green,
Forgotten what my failing eyes had seen
Once so excessive,
Now so lean.