Descent

dark room

At night, in the field of darkness

Where an old mind tosses bright memories

Like an emperor’s entourage flinging flower petals,

The currents of nostalgia move and swirl

In eddies in the corners of the room.

Images scatter and coalesce, divide and multiply,

Flowing down to cold depths and welling up again

With forgotten prizes that fascinate and overwhelm

And wash away the sense of now

To drown all consciousness to sleep

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One thought on “Descent

  1. Your words are thought provoking, tempting to start a dialogue with you, sharing similar reflections. Thank you Jan.

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