The Truyth Moment

The truth moment Memories are broken mirrors on which the sun shines the enduring illusion sprinkled with the rest of my childhood The dreamy imagined what ensued or was at the time kismet no one could foresee Past and future pain him; he shall not see his orchard no pictures exist he, fell off his bike no longer a hero on a scooter What he knows is inaccessible happiness like a fairytale another illusion killed stone dead. His banalities were like trying on a great man’s shoes