Lapse of Existence

As nightfalls come to fruition Leaving room of conditions For dreams to strive And before dawn breaks Memory ceases to create So to mediate Our corporal world Into transient capacities Of unborn fallacies To mitigate now’s journey Into sanctuaries bearing All fruits of now’s nativity In proximity to the ability Of mystical remnants Encompassing clear disordinance When no clue of commandant has risen To prove indifference To whom No one, not here, not now As priors fall apart In the discard of somber triumphs Where cyclical is met first hand Unlike tombs Where nothing is apparent And the rest relies on wonder -Salvador Martinez