| Anachronisms piling high on memories decayed, 300 days have passed again and
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| here I am, nothing’s changed
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| Burning time, the specters of a past life lived
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| Another year, to wallow in the bitterness of loss
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| Recast into this languid mold
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| Back to a state of Thermidor
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| Entranced by the reminiscence haunt
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| But what could have been, now is gone
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| The detritus of days long past lie shipwrecked 'cross my ocean floor
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| Where laughing ghosts echo of halcyon days I knew before
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| Demons breeding demons in my head
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| Is this how the book of life ends?
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| Dead drunk, dejected and unsung?
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| Left with no purpose but to grieve?
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| And far are the cosmos that twist and unwind
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| A left-handed path into the black
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| As youth dissolves quickly and tensions divide
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| I stand frozen on that day I left
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| A circumnavigation course, adrift, lost and compromised
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| Navigating mental seas, balkanized, 28, 23, 17, and 33, each era brands its
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| stigma scar
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| The stare of Medusa, the death in my eyes
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| Numbing reflections, from senses deprived… |