Her... XIII

Yesterday's past,

      A drowning current of memories that beyond our protagonist hope contagiously ache, The indecent pre-eulogy  mirror proposes increasingly incoherent memoir threats only the self retold mess of recollected tears hold us libel to the unrealistic fear risks that fill our pleading lungs, Hands conform to paper string clipped toppled marionette over bent knees unnaturally denying misery's congealing approximate to earth's populous curses rain inheritance down as burning degenerate hearts grow fading tattoo covered dust painted deceit over distance numb... As foretold by all the dangerously unapplauded tales of kaleidoscope old.

     But none of those implausible disdained images matter, Because all of existence was a conceded wish lead up witness... To you.

In earnest anticipation of,
Tomorrow