Mentis

 light escapes the mind

it gradually recedes from the corners

and bleakly stares through the windows

for briefer moments as the time passes

and what is this time anyway

a suggestion of what a moment should be

a bag full of coins spent at an accursed market

where you can never get fair value for the trade

and posted to your account are all these debts

you thought you had paid

for surely your age tells you that

but the year deceives you

it coerces a belief that you give into

that you are younger in the evening

than you started the day off at

yet the in-between matter, well as if that matters

for there may have been some faces that made sense

and others you might have known, once, at some point

but assurance is just as lacking as the receding light

just as lacking as what was said just before

light escapes the mind