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Dreams
a poem
Dreams are foregone by memories unformed
In a breath, in a heartbeat, in elliptical storm
Grand hopes will brandish against merciless skies
Heed the day born anew on a night made to fly
Wonder is rought when expectation’s not seized
In moments of flourish, in moments of ease
Sentiment resists not portent cast spells
So know not the hour nor shoot not the breeze
Shameless is torment when want can’t be ceased
Thus formed in bon mot it shan’t be appeased
To the ramparts siege to a field full of dreams
Our finest hour’s our potion and desire’s its theme
Dignity conceives where tragedy strikes
Fall by the wayside, go into the night
Manner we cast by the shield in foreboding
Laid only to foot when awakened in mourning
I will grow and deflect such trivial offerings
And reject this dream and its pitiful hypothesis
So as to live by the sword fearless and fast of wit
To narrow its charge from this day forthwith
