Dart in a Jar
Would you resurrect the past for stop believing
And toss the jar into the water fountain
In a world that no longer returns
Fortune favours the fortunate
The ashes are lovely and to dust we shall return
The stories lost and steadily gains weight
And the passer bys are too beautiful to bear
To bury dreams with dreams
As we keep our promise by throwing away the keys
The grand piano disintegrates
Into a realm of tinted glass
One step forward two steps back
To discover the traces of sandy rust by the lampside
To set aflame once again
An elegant side profile
Beauty turned to harsh lines
Let us drink smokes and eat debris
Let us no longer emerge to dream
Those trivializing days
Those oppressive decays
February 2022
By Aran Meredith
