Moribund

Only a smoky hue of orange
shows through the smog
making the world seem
as if it had all been
bronzed over
natural color had fleeted

Turning my skin a
transparent cream color
as I laid there, lonely,
moribund
against these steel acrid
flakes of grass

Lifeless I was, unmoving
I remained all but
yellowed piano keys rumble in
my being
rising through the mesh

That once held me together
a chord of unseen notes
band together in the orange
mist
collecting into a sillhouette

My twin, not bodily
only dispersing like the rest
adding to the chorus
what I lived for, my commison