Been to Being

The cologne in the attic:
a nugatory appeal it carries;
nights of enchantment,
work no more.
I lie down on the torn couch,
intending to mellow out,
gruelling questions,
rest, pause, rest:
run no more.
Composing the lost,
must I not?
collect, integrate, dislocate.
A chimeric stream,
pushes itself heavily,
down the pulsating beats,
involuntary much?
shaping up to your expectations,
by gones, infernal, breaking free.
Vanity of rotten wishes,
extracted, defeated, thrown:
tamed no more.

©songbriti

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