Pained Memories Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Je suis toujours malade
et sans courage
I am still sick,
without courage

A meetin' with despair
The clock, sand and water
Epitaph: Je reste avec vous
But I'm strugglin' to stay with you

Get this dream unstuck now
Free from the prattle of
reality
Forget about
the tickin' clock
The explosive words fall,
vengefully eternal,
wave upon wave,
through the variations,
through sands of time

Except for you
nothin' matters

Sweet-scented destruction
Eloquence of despair
Empty sail, drift off course
Words nick, and there
and there
and there
and there
sleeps a deep poetry

The maudlin painted night
Pained memories
Wave on wave of ice-floes
Dreamin' in a heap of dreary
hurried, sad rendevous
Adorned with a chronic malaise
Adrift in the cold midnight sun
Slowly founderin', light fadin'

And so sinks the evening
thus, into mirrors of sadness
And now it is
so: Thin phenomena alone
in front of the memory pained
night, left but with the lack thereof

An obstinate miner
of the exploited void
The potential,
of all that could have been,
in the rough, glitters there
minglin' with the regrets

Princess of the dark sleep
listen to my protracted plea,
deliver me from the mountain
where upon this spell, this way came

By the pen one with the other
wedded on the pages
Sobs of anguish
Betray you fair stanzas
to run and awaken elsewhere
Plot no admonition
Simply deaf like you and bereft
Blind like you, endless time
Elaborate in the prairies
of the inner silence

Born yet unborn
The words of the dark birth
and the poem of the words
and the stanza
of the poem and
the group of the stanza
and the words of the group
and the letters
of the words and
the last loop of letters

Now without you
between as is and never was
Time gives a shake
and I walk to the other side
unforgiven
without lucidity

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