‘A Memory not desirable, yet trampling my senses’
After Guardian
She ponders in wake of dawn
A painful pondering
Her desire wrapped in a moment’s move,
But some Divine coil a preventive,
Protective encircles her being,
Sudden negation of all that goes round;
A swimmer in past, a lake of her choice,
Slow motion, slow move, not deep currents,
A steady dive safely coming out,
Merging into a calm, serene introspection,
No more lake, nor any swim,
Dreams and more stories within.
The brute in her is dead already,
Waking her up into realms sobering.
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