so many forgotten words,

their syntax and dance discordant with the pens

a lost youth

a remembered youth—

with jaded eyes and criss-crossed arms

whose light in shining armor dimmed and faded

into simple structure and nonsensicalities

.

daedal.. the apogee of my talent.

.

i remember imagery.

(castles of cards and fluttering descents)

sights and sounds only the mind could see,

beautiful and archaic—to me.

.

what if i miss you again?

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an iron wall across my eyes—

when did i become this weak?

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