once
i walked
a lone procession
in the blossoming
wake of a cherry
bloom daydream
lost
in thought
as threnodies
cried peals
of Zeus’wrath
helpless
in a gaze
transfixed
counting down
each drowning
footstep
tread upon
tremulant flesh
yet shone anew
as our minds
fell behind
racing hearts
failing
to bridge
the frigid waters
on that day
when i long held
truth
as the subtle sky
absconded
with your song
Max, or Not 
Counting down each drowning footstep–such a fall from the cherry bloom daydream. Our emotions are such fragile things.
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Amazing writing here! I like the photo that compliments the piece.
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Beautifully composed. I am really fascinated with the way you play with feeling around figures of speech and word construction.
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Enjoyed this, Max, especially “I walked / a lone procession” an oxymoron that makes perfect sense. I know, I’ve done it too. :)
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I had to read this several times… so, pretty .
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You write sad so beautifully (I did have to google threnodies)
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