A Cloudy Moment


Thoughts of you billow 
In the smog of my memory
Like undulated wisps 
Of rehashes that distend

I ardently dethrone
Their writhing ascension
And watch as they meet
Their dissipating end

But sinuous disciples
Crawl from the ashes
Of permanence below
To cloud me again


  1. Very nice! I find my memory works much the same way, just a bit smoggy sometimes :)


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