Delusion of the future
Alleges render held sum,
Ensures inevitability
Of apotheosis to come,
While of faint store
Who’s to say we’d find,
A time that offers more
Meant fated be so kind,
Thus best we not succumb
To credulity of illusions,
That yet fails reach the now!
I’d imagined
Feeling free
Mesmerically safe,
From illusions
In shades of confusion…
While illusions fade
In hues adrift
Of our imaginings,
Some adorned
Of jagged thorns,
Veiled in silken traps
Linger on perhaps,
Yet others lie hid
Propitiously borne,
Laudably worth a bid!
Poetry on a canapé 