against fading

in these shambles
these pangs and fragments of a grey reality
i finger the unraveling scarf
of my fantasies

i would hold my memories against fading
would hold this tattered garment
woven by my elders unschooled
but not unwise

i would lift this lens of legend
but through it i see only scratches
and it holds the light of one candle
no longer

i would trap
tie down
somehow hold
these sweet lies
if i could

but i can’t

and in this i fail
in this i fail

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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