In remission a jester’s flight taunting appears,
The duplicate behind the ears,
Yelling silence captures the eyes,
Reappearing below my steps, timed,
The corridor of the maze,
The hourglasses fracture tumbles everywhere,
And haste approaches, being freed,
“Come, the sleep beckons” I hear
As new an idea as sunshine in the late summer
Where once the demonic held the mind tied,
Now was a field dark, ripe and at rest
I should rest here once, my mind whispered,
If only to not waste again the sand
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
In remission a jester’s flight taunting appears,
The duplicate behind the ears,
Yelling silence captures the eyes,
Reappearing below my steps, timed,
The corridor of the maze,
The hourglasses fracture tumbles everywhere,
And haste approaches, being freed,
“Come, the sleep beckons” I hear
As new an idea as sunshine in the late summer
Where once the demonic held the mind tied,
Now was a field dark, ripe and at rest
I should rest here once, my mind whispered,
If only to not waste again the sand