this morning I lie
along the threshold between two realities.
each cast, a vivid painting of my perceptions
yet differ in their laws.
on the fence of thaw
watching each a flaw
pain as I watch the dawn
my shadows wane
memories but a stain
my sober mind slain
thoughts never settle
in this hollow domain
she is always gone
by day she has faded away
along with the joy felt
the misery crept
from lacking
we wept
time ever onwards we trial
new faces, same utter denial
words bereft of need
so in silence we proceed
this going she sinned
no ill but that of others cast
like demons they hound
with a holy right they smite
the love, it fleets, yet never dwindles
as she flees, I cry out in anguish
muddled are the waters for time
I awaken from this in need
to begin a journey, to discover
a love torn away by the ill
those who passby to judge
based on not but misbelieve.
through realms of irrational
the vivid worlds i walk
with every cycle it permutes
into a slight variation
but the mission remains
I digress. I awaken in distress.
I feel it as the sands slip so easily
from my hands as time does pass
her face is gone, her illness faded
all i have is that notion of love
and images of a haunted chase.
ill of this plane, of the utterly mundane.
I frown and begin a day.
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