Ephemerescence

On the underside of my parchment skin, tissue thin,
An automatic writing slowly resolves in venous blue calligraphy

Each day that passes, each fading year,
I seem to see it ever clearer

Yet it remains asemic, unintelligible, undeciphered
A pulsing message in an alien language

Each day, I peer closer, examining
the grey traces and capillary filigrees
For some subtle sign of intelligence

Ah! my dewdrops of hope have all but evaporated

In another year, or another year,
I shall be entirely faded

Ready for His next
palimpsest

(Feb. 23, 2016)