of all that's e'er been lost
to time and space,
keeping you apace,
apart from true reality.
Drowning in their history,
your life reveals the depth
of your depression. Where once,
you thought you knew the reason
why you lived that life within
those endless, twisted alibis;
lately, you just cannot seem
to glean its compromise.
For all your love lies shattered;
scattered as if ashes in the wind.
And your memories can never hope
to be as wise as just one moment
of completion - experienced in life
that's forced into illusive memories
of love. What can be real...? Beyond
the touch, that grasp of love's eternity
in all we say and do.
A cosmic twist, revisioning.
The meaning of your origins
has changed. Hand grasping,
those old photographs begin
to bend and wrinkle. Yet still,
a lullaby of life is singing
in the wind...
? Michaelette ?
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