days
like these, thesis like
those
of long ago, still
burning and dying
undeniable
so fabricated in undulating 
function
truncation of triumphant
antithesis
wishes of wisdom missed, this
nocturnal thinking in dwindling
daylight,
profound and trite, simultaneous, 
some synonymous saying
for
the way it’d been. be. 
so, it goes,
it seems.

thunk, clunky and
habitual
this ritual of
visitation 
to the extrication of
reverie
inevitably forsaken, as
forward
that only, lonesome road left
untaken.