the older i get the more useless i become.

what was made mention and counter pointed argument;

i did not stand my ground
and now look at me,

deserted fish,

a weakness prevails,
but it is my marrow

it is letting course take due course

via wind 
or
nevermind
what have you.

been told, i was, never listened to the migrant train of slender mind
echoed chambers of dust and dew and forgotten lovers
stabbed by beating wing of butterfly
hastens a tune, 
slowly breath
prevails

a small
tiny seed
of desparation.