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Loss

In my youth, I denied Wisdom's bosom.
Stretching clumsy thoughts
Through warrens of ignorance;
I embraced self-absorption.

Seek

I seek you now,
          when all is lost.
This bosom, in younger moods,
           I did spurn.
Through youthful arrogance
           I did elope.

But now,
           with wishes and dreams decayed,
I seek
           the paths and treads of happier times.
I seek forgiveness,
           an welcoming embrace,
I find ashes.

Carnival

Clamor of ringing bells,
Tin-like shrills and metallic whistles,
Percussive tapping,
Child's laughter
Cheap thrills
Silences