ancient position

i'm stuck here in this ancient position. the world keeps moving away from me. ways that i had fashioned myself sinking into the muck (or rising through). envisioning a fire burning away any chance that i had to redeem it (or see it through). erosion is happening every day and all the time. the landscape that i see the sun drift away over. is wrecked through the fumes. i can't quite get there to collect the ruins or survey the damage. all that i have are some used ideas about some place where i could have been. seeing life through the photographs. expressions marked like words in a book. this isn't a vision. as much as a commentary.