Final Frame

i awaken
into dream

the essence so precise
a place
i know so well
it seems

this feeling
permeates every aspect
of my being

where i can
never again
to be

time has turned


for the life
of me

i cannot
discern disparity


my conscious mind
soon finds
the glass rift

as what was once
life shifts

the past
sight amiss

all is ripped
from this fervid grasp

in that fleeting
final frame

of perfect


Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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