Sifting Through A Series Of Change

Months spent asleep in silence
as I lost my leverage when
the delusion I discreetly believed
eroded from the page

I awoke to a strangled sun
to watch doors swing
and taillights wan away.
I've seen better days
with eyes shut tight
sutured with rueful lies

Everything is changing fast
but I still feel the same
Even the lampposts shift,
even the lonely sky drifts
Am I the only one left
musing stagnantly for the muses?

I looked back but my footsteps
are daubed by many a weather
and the pathway of corrections
is razed by a series of modification
faster than a hurricane
like a physiological defense

Lambently, I lifted the eyes
in hope for a new horizon
but dreams remained asleep
and reality grew fastidiously
while I was slumbering away
the obstinacy of change.

poem by Norman Santos
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