From whose pre-conceived fantasy has she sprung..


So long drowning in oblivion, having sipped unmindful

from the sweetly offered quenching of Lethe’s enticing flow,

down through Hypnos…



lost to all thoughts in painted delusions



displacing all once truly knowns with fabrications

of a now soggy mind…

From what whim has life again come

the filmy shroud enfolding her stagnant form peeled away

by some kind notion…

that dormant lungs may re-wake

drawing in once more

the clean breath of…New…


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