Words Regretted


My head, thickset with smoke, emotion's run,

Arid hills ring augmented, fragile child

Twists, and vanishes to midnight blue sun,

Perception, understanding beguiled.


Dry hands scar through dry dirt, while a head,

Turned towards the rear, towards here, silhouetted

In a wagon where once, I made a bed;

Reality or my mind grown fetid?


I reveled too far in my revealing

To keep virgin cup, Aqua waters free,

Once, no matter how petty their being,

How sublime, content with me, just to be.


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