The Parade Gone By


The night drew weary of me

And I of it;

For it was always dark and somber

The sun would relieve the moon soon


The walls began to fall in


I heard the tap of water droplets

Outside the frail pane


Surely, another rhythmic pattern

Created by the divine


At this I scoffed,

As the room swirled with greys

And blacks and light left

The atmosphere completely


And then I was






No joy. No misery.

The absence of everything.

The lingering of nothing –

The pale walls then dissipated


I knew I had fallen between the cracks

Of this life and the next

Forever fated to be forgotten


Until I recollected seeing the parade pass yesterday morning…

I remember…I remember distinctly thinking at least


They are going somewhereIMG_7276

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