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[caeles_aetas]

My torturous lullaby is notably poetry
but more than just...
it's pasttimes and preminiscent visions,
agonizing anticipation
for the words that come from
pain and pleasure,
words by moonlight
are the sweet soul's measure,
attached to mellow brush strokes
of emotional thought by
metaphoric trains,
my poem is a kiss to the unkown
and a farewell to the voices
that echo from the shadows
in corners of my mind left far behind
in the dust gathered below on forgotten steps.
I flip through old notebooks
time portals,
black holes in the fabrics of times long gone
and I reminisce over them...
I reminisce over you...
like your old family scrapbook speaks
the words of wisdom fleshed out by the voice of time,
the lens of my hindsight focuses my pain
into a prophecy,
so that I can walk the path properly,
and through my words,
live on forever to the ends of all days
to the truth beyond.