As the effervescence stops
Its fizz
And the laughter
Slowlly
Dries.
My smile stops its passage
A cross across my
Happy face
Throwing
Shadows upon my mind.
Emotions are forced
To freeze
And time holds its little hand.

Everything
I did
I done.
Anything
I done
I did.
It doesn’t matter
If I care.
The history’s now said.

My blood is wrong
My brain has gone
I’m no longer me
But
One of them.
I’ve been stroked
By destiny
But for once only
I have
Won.

The future is foundations
Deeply dug in fog
With loose shovels made of sand.
See me standing
Short
With cruciform smile
And my birth
Within my little hand.

Smiling Gently Smiling

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