Every now and then
the senses settle into silence;
Reduced to recollections stripped of my selfishness.
O, wild yet graceful reminder from dear Conscience!
in a swift gesture
that enfeebles consciousness.
And there be a decade
or so, of Life laid bare.
Memories as they once were, sinister;
haunting with honesty;
Nonetheless, ’tis never a nightmare
For comfort’s surrender
makes a worthy trade for clarity.
Thus, in the mind’s tempest of thought,
in the flood of imaginary death, I drown.
A sea of apologies unsaid and affections sought.
Speech unspoken
while breath was still my splendid crown.
Then, the inner voice,
as hasty as it had come, hushes away
And gone is the moment of regret;
of freedom found in loss of faith; the bouquet
of roses for a fleeting funeral
where the mind does not forget.
For I breathe, and a king I still remain to be
till this castle diminishes me to its rubble;
no matter where and when.
But I shall indulge in this inability to decree;
this sweet morose fable,
every now and then.
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Submission Name: Make-Believe Magnificence
