Forgotten

Summon,
through lace and glass,
from auras of pulsing stars.
trembling leaves or naked branches,
depending on the season.

Summon
grim masked monsters.
The toothed, the clawed. The heavy jawed.
Mistakes in nightmare shapes
as they skate across cerebral ice.

Summon
Stark in recall, all the hurdles I have jumped
and all of them that washed my face.
The mud the muck,
disgrace, loss of face and driving traces.

Summon
the spectres of the taken,
opportunity, divinity, loss in each pitch and toss
Gloss and dross combined.
Summon them from silver skies, and ink blue nights

Summon all to a conscience, not inclined to sleep.
So that they can be held high to the glare,
then be set aside for keeps.

-Dave Kavanagh

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