Secret archive

In the deep recesses
Of the palace
Of the mind
Quaint catalogue boxes
Sit idly weaving
Lacy silk
Gartered webs
Across time stained
Decks of cards
Full of chance
Now expired
No waste of space
In the twilight hours
They levitate and spin
Like Papillon on
A spring day
As bulbs emerge
From the clay
In cocoon of dream
Memories play
To lure me out
Of myself
To mingle with life
As it never happened
Inspire possibility
A springboard
To love well
To hope
For more

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