Oscillating Shadows (I'm the Ant)

In the aftermath of a candid capture of the last clear day,
sparkled with crystal spangles and ringing true to the beat,
I watched, with my breath knocked clean from me,
as the gray blanket of our custom returned,
to subdue this once radiant globe.

Have you seen my face lately?
It's surprised shock at the turn of a subtle corner?
Surely it was a poor reply to the back of a cold front?
So why can't I bring light to my shadowed box of belongings?
"Light, give me light!", is that all a grey mind can muster to mouth?

Sorrow seems to scorch my hearth
like the soot of a flame gone out,
I, like a blind man, insipidly biting his gums,
insisting the clay in his eyes is permanent.

As my body appears to decay,
breath with your ears,
eat with your eyes,
speak with your hands,
oh the pieces..