A Poem for Yesterday

Symphony, nymphony, and the cold damp taste of chill
It makes sense now and it never ever will
I wrote these lines in a long ago dream
A thin line of consciousness floating by stream

But when all the shadows grew at my feet,
The adjacent possible was then obsolete
That light that was lost in the barely-there remnant
Never forever but terminally vacant.


About Leil_ish

I am restless and intensely curious about almost everything that most people don't care about.
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