Nostalgia Poem by Tanathica

It is a time unspecified
Soon though, no less vilified
You rise and bend your creaking arms
Shattered resting's shattered calms

Roof broke - night's in - whole ceiling flooded
You open up succouring cupboard
Peel photos from the quilt of air
And crudely stitch your own in there

Now faintly bergamot nostalgia
Fainter, sweeter ataraxia
The change, in the course of a cup of tea
To taste, to dregs, to end, and clean

Our little white-walled furnace days
And Hierophants with hammer ways
Skin and wallpaint bubbling, peeling
But some - you took their cane - sent reeling

Now muscle-watered saturnalia
And now-discarded trite regalia
What then? Too busy watching crows
And girls performing corvine shows

On partial precipices, pacing
Forward falling, backward facing
Climb down, or slip, the way supernal
Is smooth, sharp-angled, and eternal

You hacked that face into that tree
And through split bark, conveyancy
Now you'll never move, just reach
To driving lives, though short of each

A beloved hoard of obscure finds
The rafts of mitred, languid minds
The Ferris wheel of flying friends
A shame, here you are, and you know how it ends