mister mushroom

plumes of silver hair

billow above thy brow

and beg not for fingertips

but for translucent, loose elastic

 

merciful is time on me

as it bestows the art of forgetting

on a tack-sharp memory

who possesses lenses in more hues

than known to the laymen eye

 

filled with passive guilt am i

as i see the cast of God on my iron heart

has faded with the promise of eternity

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