fading to grey

No more fiction left to write,
gone and lost and out of sight.
Inconveniently swept under,
threads, and threads torn asunder.

Cut me off and left alone,
gone and lost and not atoned.
Like a flash out of the blue,
so confused but so like you.

An early view to another sun,
gone and lost, another one.
Nevermind what you will find
among the debris left behind.