Sunday, May 22, 2011

my head clears of one type of imagining

and fills with another type--

as I pick through my wreck

searching for what may be preserved--

for what was real amid

the delusions I thought were aspirations--

my head clears and regret softens

the stings of pride that led me to

this fresh fall--this opportunity

to rise yet again



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.


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