a misty episode
i read book that's writing me
a novel autobiography
recorded in my bones
nestled in my mind
faded o'er the passing years
arisen through a quickened dream
it lit like fire burning in the night
my limbs and soul aflame
like some ancient prima dona
desirous to be thunk again
her arms a watery flab
her toes weakened by weight
the text fell softly
like shavings from a sharpened lead
preparing to jot another chapter
onto the pages of my awakening mind
the story held briefly
images bunching in a continuous stream
that upon my arousal
floated into ghosts exiting Halloween
twas a misty episode
playing out some phases of my life
authored by my deeds undone
and deeds seeking repeat
ghostly phrases now write themselves
as images to be read some future night
*Evil cannot be destroyed; it can only be redeemed.
-Anon
*To kill evil one must kill the significance.
-Anon
*Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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