Repulsion & ardor

loureedraven2Precious are the elongations of memory

snipping at reality for tidbits

they hunger to define in sandwiched package

the yawn of years gone before

whether accurate or without merit

their lingering retains the outline of past

whimsical to those who know death lingers

around some foresaid door

give them no heed if baseless they expect

your devotion and belief

what we recall is not always the delight

or squalor of things past but of effort made

to put sense in formation

let it take flight and show us

why then we made no mystery

of our repulsion and our ardor