Tuesday, October 27

self unaware


[mine]




















incandescent elegance,
iridescently frail.
hanging in the balance
as you doubtfully inhale.

knowing not your comeliness,
your symmetry unmatched.
knowing only frailty-
your heart's door remaining latched.

a somber kind of stateliness
a doleful coup d’état
knowing you have a strength within
but not even knowing the law.

uncertain as you move along
though you certainly mesmerize
desperately holding to how things were
as they vanish before your eyes.

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