Gurgling creeks, shimmering waters
Glimmer of hope, solitude of passion
Foretokens me for scoffing at
Zooming trains, deserted bridges
Forlorn rivulets, bloodless menagerie
Gatecrashing into the sophism of my dream
Into the dreamless effulgence that is life

The glasses canker as I tread into life
The gurgle cascades into a whimper
The sparkle empties into the being of nothingness
The beckoning irises into a self-deluding artifice
The obscurity is that fades me in
Lies rearward me are they
The splintered fragments of fissured joys, sorrows
For the door into life, is not a hatch
It is life, and life itself

What endures there of all
Are the shattered pieces
For me to piece together
In my shattered mind

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