Renato N. Mascardo


and so it goes


muscae volitantes
 
floating
pieces of my
memories just beyond
the pale of the eyesight of my
dim mind
 
in the
morass of my
past the flotsam of what
I thought I knew flit by out of
my reach
 
still in
blind hope I wait
unwittingly for thoughts
long gone for wit long lost to me
I wait//
 
renato
13 october 2019



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