Diaries of an Immigrant Soul, Pt.24: Thought on; Forgiveness -Rest in Peace

Do we forgive ourselves,

So often a day....

That all our dreams,

Bestowed ar't through?

 

Regardless now,

Of all the common delights,

And the blasphemous pleasures,

In a long day's night!

 

All these rafetting portions of my memory,

Merely ar't the solemn shades of you!

 

By:

The Black Iris, of The Luminous Imperious