My Mother Should Have Named Me Mythic

by on October 8, 2016 :: 0 comments

Creature of improbability,
I waiver in your imagination.
Tempted, you touch, but cannot commit
to formal acknowledgement.
Belief is a permanent fixture,
something that will not be removed,
and I am temporary to the core, a vision
sparkling in the night, dissolving
into something less than a memory
before dawn.

editors note:

Easy come, not so easy go. Remember? – mh clay

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