A Cloudy Moment

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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

Comments

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

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