1.1 A Lost Glimpse
A new season of felicity
Infected unjustly, and unseasonably
With a deathly… feint.
Some thunderous reminiscence
Of death within life
Reflected… upon a mourning pond.
Plumbing all depths, safely
From the beams of a nullifidian
Then glimpsing…some meaning
One eye is cast…briefly…skywards
With no finality
Until…the glimpse is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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