Evincing

Sadness

There is beauty in sadness, in the unconventional sense,

something fragile, the scent of mist and the death of midnight,

or there between, the oneiric augury of an ethereal cloud,

what is beneath the surface, images of love; somesthesia —

rise to the surface, oil upon the chevaled glass of the sea,

a residual pellicle, beetling —

defending the impasse of the roads to the heart

The scent of a dream, residing upon the

delicate, bone structure

of ‘La Château de Saint-Regret’,

An innocent deception, no artiface, no,

tangled shadows of an impetuous masquerade,

The doleful despair that takes up residence

shouldering a smile of substantial

convenience,

a dangerous deception in its artless status — upon exhibition

Below the surface, is the brilliance of a

smelted diamond on fire

Sadness, in its flawed beauty wears the fallen hero,

the fallen angel who realized they were human,

Who pays the devil his due — all that heaven allows —

passed all forgetting —

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