the rouge on an echo

this time and place
vague and undeveloped
a numbness, creeping under the toes
and up through the sight
of that spell when you paused....
and the juncture went on without you

can someone help please?
anchor me to the channel
that leads to alliance
now lined with tactiles run fuzzed and blunt

IS there anyone here, over there
in this singular when of upheaval?
am i all alone in this fume
rubbed lucid but for distraction?

and yet....i perceive thus
you and I
oh, and them....us
all tinged with harrow
no clearance for touch
stuttering and grasping at relics
of thoughts flown incognito

i sometimes wonder
if this time in a season
when a sol maddens the horizon
and our memoirs are rife with perdition
if those same said responses
of a life lived too agile
are but visions shared with an eve
fore it hung over head