Surreal

I do not burn, do I fade?
in quivers yes, when you are all pervasive.
I live, in a tepid watery grave,
chained to iron resolves I dived
 the salt of my wound,
rust the chains
I smother and rot in saline depths,
all for vain.

Misplaced chronicles.
 lapse of  time,
is so ironical
the past the present all blur confined,
 dunes from bygones,
inverted hourglass chambers,
frozen in amber,
a clock that never moved aligned
to the evolving of spaces,
as defined.

 Not a preserved fossil,
I yield, I breathe,
but you are all pervasive.

Places where all has been,
places that I had never seen
Concrete trees, and glass covers
Curiosity makes me wander,
 roaming in wanderlust,
Have I lost my way? yes,
 you are scattered in dust
midst the sunshine that filters through opaque,
I chose the densest,
You are all pervasive.

Lived and now thrive,
 died in hindsight,
do apparitions haunt?
I of the present still linger.
 Died in some nook
my spirit would never loiter
in all of your presence,
 if I ever did.
in a subtle sensation,
it skims,
and it's all a delusion,
but you are all pervasive.