This Madding Parade by O’ar Pali

The whole world, masked,For this phantom lust –Of Mother Nature gone wild Devouring her own cubs.  Still…Stand still.Don’t move an inch,Passed that window sill. Stand.Still. Hush.Don’t breathe –Man’s fate Hanging there Like a beggar Passed the gates,Of that ledge, Past the window’s Flowery bed, And forward Into that past,Yet to be shed – At last.  Yes. Stand still. Stand there. Don’t think, Don’t seek,Don’t dream,– of yesterdays.Don’t gleam, on Love’s passed parades, Those past lives,Those past falters In your eyes.  Still. Stand. Still. And … Continue reading This Madding Parade by O’ar Pali