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
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