PassionBloom

Walking through the lawn can you believe at all what is thought just now was previous an age or so it seems between infrequent dreams a ripple in a pond of entity Desire of quantities That is no escape Give in to entropy Undone by distaste Normal unraveling Rebuilt and remade Underneath this mask Surfacing at last Holding back the tears uncertainly The years will fall behind What’s true inside the mind cannot hold up to reality Reality