Bereft and Bereaved

In loving memory the saga goes, or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude. Remnant of an unfinished sentence, broken shadow haunt awash with grief, snapshot at the edge of a well. Parachute of blinding insight on queue or on song, paper mache angel deep within. Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw, whose back fold clip appearance left one reeling, like some tree house dweller rattled by a swooping hawk. Gimlet sipping voyageur adrift on ice pack yacht, in need of solace, yet wishing it to the bottom of his rusty bucket list. Fragile human being torn apart, funeral bound, that once upon a time surreal biker skirting mountains. A priori stunt man metaphysically divine on rocky ledge, dare devil prayer when it suits. Feat performance activist a sleight of hand jester, yet despite this vapid mask of dumb amnesia, he wanders blindfold down an alpine peak while chasing after dim and distant keepsake Date posted :31st January 2022