Falling Apart
by: Patrick Lee Hebert
Falling apart before me…
are the remnants of many auras…
yet seen…
or dreamed…
in violent night thoughts.
I reach to the star clad sky…
and begin to remember
the lost times.
In visions of grandeur…
I relent to my constructed world…
I am hurled.
Fooled by recurrent fate…
I am again upon the dreams wave…
forced to understand the repercussions…
but proceeding anyway…
This is the beginning of wisdom.
