Pseudo-Sententious

Almost a century has gone,
without the evidence of time.
I’m trying to recall the stolen memories,
invaluable innocence... ignorance...
Apparently self-absorbed...

Reaching dead end, shortly before dawn,
yet more silky images creep through and through.
Mind still on idle...

Suddenly, the stranger emerge, sleekly, silently,
like a snake, right in front of me.
I'm out of the groove, however rest satisfied,
truly pseudo-sententious.

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