Disintegration

It's blurring out of sightThe faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanadesFluid and vanishingDissolving, hiding thingsIn your room, after the scene, when the faces shiftInto someone elseThe arcade is echoingIn a shattered self, the figure's shimmeringAlter all the static thoughtsInto something less than what was soughtThe splendour of withinInner helplessness no moreEmpty habits cure the needsSolely to concedeNever disagreeSeek obscurity in lucidityMy identity is dying,Someone said: "Can you believe this line?"And for all I know there's a cureFaltering, reversing forwardSentiment's never odd or evenThe minds are solid as liquidIt's reverberant and faintVaguely luminousEverything has changedAnd nothing is the same