Naturally Fermented

The time of vibracy has dissolved and the crust on my skin, tells me I'm old days of plodding feet and passive motion are upon me my candlelight grows shorter as each day passes and I become a fungus covered stump slowly disintegrating attentive to memories that I still hold that have been naturally fermented and cured over time waiting for my vein raised withering days to find me where I'll seek these images of my life's dreams lost or found buried in the barrel of my mind where I'll pluck the most textured ones to savor, before time devours me