slips

from shaking limbs to slippery fingers; these worlds we walk through in our minds.

untangling silver slithers from grey scales sunken. i know that things are still swirling, still folding back to reveal some truth. i am still in this world of indifference and indecision. shifting endlessly from form to form. uncertain of what is in between the shores of here and now.

then it explodes. a cataclysm of colours and the small now seems insignificant. i am returning home; to that place of shifting foundations. where everything is a constant flux of what it has been.

i believe neither and both sides of the story.