This Elegant Paradox

When rain came, the morning stilled.

Sid’s ode accompanied a blaze of today

while a vast unconsciousness,

in another place, a different time,

squandered this perhaps reality

for the sake of yesterday’s meaninglessness.

 

Came those beads of devotion,

their involuntary role

chance t’ward purification.

Discrete pellucid enigmas,

yet anatomical;

resembling a thought of corporeal originality.

 

The fire spread;

gorging shadows, evaporating nightmares.

In its wake remained the falling melody;

a likeness of invisible rues.

Still, it’s good to watch an inevitable and harmonious

death by evaporation or incorporation.

 

With thirst abated

and a cordiality of degrees,

illusions came vapour, alike the dryness breaking out.

Arising, to take a spell of mindfulness,

the perception to witness through panes

such universality of elegance, with a trace of paradox.

 

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