The fade is slow.
Not all at once do the lights dim, does the mist envelope.
Clarity is within reach, a work accomplished.
But it fades.
It starts so strong, so crisp – the vision.
It blurs, slowly.
To save the moment, the effort, in come lights!
They illuminate, they confuse, so bright, and so many, and all at once.
No fade, it blurs.
Decay, the signals meant to drive, the spark is mellow.
Perception, ability to stay up there, above the mist.
Tingling all over, synapse fail, motion fading – perceived, but not seen.
All is left of the lights, is but one.
It faded slowly, but it did.
Stimulus – doubt – necessity – fade – stimulus – directions: too many –