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.
