Thursday, 12 April 2012

Memoirs En Masse

Another day of dust blown out
Into the dank dark night,
And in my mellow mind at ease,
Memories form from the shadows of leaves
Resting in the trees, drawing
Notice, twitching in the breeze.
The zephers evoke a zoo of zombies
From within times zeitgeist graves;
In these impeccably innovated irreplaceable images
Invented and installed in-place
Of something quite different altogether,
I see the most beautiful and best,
Brilliant and buxom, bar none.
The heavy dust of another
Dank dark day blown out,
Out into the truthful night
Where all is admitted,
Where there is no light.

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