Caliginous Memories

A pause, a shift in the wind, a mirrored reflection in the now still water; honesty divided, weakness refracted, a ghost in the machine.  Crows sing their twisted songs at a cautious distance.  And while music flows, thoughts are damned; rotten clumps of chaotic whims floating on a sea of sin.  The quiet beating of a light rain brings flashes of luminescence, followed by muttering doubts.  In this surge of electric epiphanies, glimpses of future fortuity is perceived; followed by draining tremors of guilt, hardened into the silence of an unfeeling heart.

In the crux of self-sanitation is found the need to forget; to dull the cutting edges of caliginous memories.



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