Arboretum of mirages
original poetry
Have I spent running
From my foibles?
Refusing to see
The incessant clarities
Of time layer upon layer,
Refusing to touch its accumulations
To feel the texture of memory multiplied.
In the recognition of denial I am measured:
A pinnacle canceled by awareness.
In simplicities desired yet turned away,
A superluminal valley hiding its topography
With assertions,
Negations,
Refusals,
Recitations—
All paving a path
For my insanity.
(And for the wisdom
To supersede it.)
Written by
@d-pend
3/26/18
Photos arePublic domain.
