Slipping

Sitting back and staring out
Into the phosphorescent mist.
The particles that dance without,
The dampness of a clenched fist.
The lumination out of grasp,
Inquiries beyond measure.
How can nothingness be clasped?
Or priceless sunken treasure?
Where do friends go when they die?
Light flees when darkness comes.
Is damnation swirling nigh—
Where frostbite kills and anger numbs?
Crystallization, weaving webs,
Of spectral refraction.
How do we react to the flows and ebbs...
When reality loses traction?