Upon Remembrance of Things Past

When memories are memories long-lost, and when infancy's twilight hides what feels like lifetimes in half-dreamt dreams, sleep storm-tossed surrenders glimpses of childhood's ideals now only half-remembered. It is these, that I dislodge from my still obscure past (existing despite the present's dis-ease), before life as an outcast unsurpassed. Like echoes from out of immortal time, mnemonic ghosts appear and disappear; and now are fixed in everlasting rhyme, writ on earth under this celestial sphere. And since upon remembrance of things past, my late innocence returns at long last!