Lumières (Clowns in a Curio)

A dirge once doubted the dust.

It yearns, by the ink & the smudge.

To learn, in the ears by its dread.

To run, on the airs it had left.

Bemoaned, were the sights that it held.

Engrossed, were the years that it shelved.

In stone, wiping sleeve from the ground.

Lumières, en toile de fond.

Alone, where the blades hath swept.

A distant cold: the mind attacks self.

Remote: isolated from lines..

Slow, were the moments that died.

In a daze, leaving body from sight.

Brimming globe, shaking snow from inside.

Curio: the things that we've known.

Letting go, those memories they've sold.