Lost
The finite nature of plenitude
Beckons me to the temporal shades where happiness reflects off the Everglades
Now, all voices, trembling and leaf-shaky
Anchored in fear
Ground out of grown doubt
Lost to the faith of memory
Declare a state of lack and thereafter a despair for lack's continuity
Haunting and returning in the ricochet of echo
As the chords of the trumpeters Last Post salute sit bolt upright yet at once start dying
Through these eyes, pity even the good times
That soon, any day now, will be gone forever into sightless pitch, fashioned to a claim that what i saw never existed
Like the flicker-flared, crestfallen last spark of fireworks in descent
The finite nature of plenitude
Beckons me to the temporal shades where happiness reflects off the Everglades
Now, all voices, trembling and leaf-shaky
Anchored in fear
Ground out of grown doubt
Lost to the faith of memory
Declare a state of lack and thereafter a despair for lack's continuity
Haunting and returning in the ricochet of echo
As the chords of the trumpeters Last Post salute sit bolt upright yet at once start dying
Through these eyes, pity even the good times
That soon, any day now, will be gone forever into sightless pitch, fashioned to a claim that what i saw never existed
Like the flicker-flared, crestfallen last spark of fireworks in descent
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