Semblances of an imagined future.
Transcendant, fleeting, uncompromising against reality.
Filigreed filaments of a frail borrowed memory, elastic and amorphous.
Shifting into emotion, pregnant from our thoughts.
Fed by a hope, bare and irrational.
Absurd visions of a utopian life.
Of an existence complete, realized, actualized.
The Machiavellian deduction of an emotional delusion.
Affording direction, will, capacity for resilience.
Distillations of our heart’s yearnings.
Its very madness, the only harness maintaining our sanities.
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someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers the dreamers and me. :\
@Nyl Yeah, I hope so. Someday. The last stanza is my mantra these days.
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