Midsummer's Remedy
The eternal matter stressing over--
On naively pink deceptions--
Will tore in headful dejections
To become a last standing tyrant.
It was once I believed old rights wrong
Since in doubt that an answer would bore,
Make my eyesight become not as short
So life sensibly paid soft support.
It is Love, the one I knew so well,
One that stood through honest bad faith.
For there are in this world obvious rules
That return after so long being unheard from.
Brain, so ruthless, killed every which passion,
But from compassion one line would suffice,
Sprouting old ages, fluttering, waving.
Time goes on, and how rigidly it looms.
—Helena, you hit yourself so unsparingly,
When the honest cry one plain girl gave
Uncovered truth that never left
In a lonesome heart centuries removed apart.
07/05/2023
