the ghosts of regretful past
haunt my everyday dreams,
my personal devil chuckles,
sings me beautiful lullabies
of cursed misadventures I’ve
yet to savor before I go blind,
still I continue to vigorously
absorb the heavenly beauty
that radiates from glorious you

morning glory, 2020

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