When
Something molds me.
Someone scolds me.
Somewhere unfolds me.
No one reaches out to hold me.
When
Sublime clouds play shadow mind bent.
Laces vapor me in paper smoke faces.
Distant I travel along memory instant.
Past this moment of last traces.
When
Is magnificence the only feed?
Or is it the mixture of regret?
My insignificance must bleed.
In the only time I have left.
FTBAS 2.19.14
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