When collapsing breathes collide sometimes

People who hold held hope in smithereens, initially those were the proudly progressive people

Pushed toward ultimate sense of angst and agony
Soon as a self-professed confession gets neatly whispered against the weight of the wind
Perhaps

As a forgotten person tries for sudden-most survival (again)
Their empty eyes heroically personified
And in a most flamboyant fashion

Imaginable

If only for a chosen moment, though – shall a valiant illumination of dancing stars scatter and shatter

Her armoury of secluded delusion

Deluded seclusion- that mixed array of softness and sanity Softness of sanity.