To My Powerless Nostalgia

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2024

Chandelier, wax, feather, silver wire, cotton, flour

< L’errance de la chair. >

The power of spirit is so frail,

It stirs not,

But lingers, pale.

The moment mortal dust descends,

Tightened heart,

Slowly bends.

Awakening from misty veils,

Avoiding grief’s silent wails,

Wings adorned in gold,

Icarus’s melancholy, untold.

The power of spirit is so faint,

A soul’s thirst for return,

In shadows, plaint.