Superfluous

The wafting ether
with white ephemeral flames
traipsing this roofless chasm
reminds me of everything
that I need to forget

A shrill lament, a shuddering
in the semblance of sad violins
serenades like a siren
to purge all musings
and I'm entangled in strings

There's no escaping the lights
and the lofty shadows
chasing our fleets
I am tired of running
but the road goes on

And as I harangue myself
with pride and glory
I counted all the elegies,
the howling echolalia,
and the undying wails
entrapped in this room

This instilled soliloquy,
this farcical infinity;
this is too much
for superfluity
but I cannot contend
against its torrent,
I can only exacerbate
its alleviating number.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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