I followed the blind course of my desire
hungering some undiscovered future,
lusting for poetry, great feasts, beautiful women.
At first all things fell short of expectations,
but there was enough joy to make my song.
Yet sometimes as I wandered the web of hunger,
an unforgotten face peered from the dark curtain
and reminded me of ancient ambitions…. Failures.
I searched for words of greeting, wanting to say:
“You are my memories, the only wealth I own.”
Instead I asked: “How have you been?
What are you doing now?”
My mind a drab Seigneur, bereft of power,
uttering no protestations
as the resurrected ghost, remembrance,
despoils my last domain, the bitter past.
- Apprehended Violence Order (AVO)
- Twin Sisters Vanitas