But I will be fine <br />As I am scathed <br />By the warfare. <br />The impending doom <br />Told by the clocks <br />And the antebellum <br />That suddenly mocks <br />Will claim all of me <br /> <br />But I will still remain <br />Intact like how the <br />Stars fail to shudder <br />As they are girdled to <br />The barren azure. <br /> <br />You are far within reach <br />And you are flaring <br />In the distance <br />Your starry skin, <br />Your dagger-like nose, <br />Your round eyes <br />Like vacuums <br />That siphon me <br />In a mad delusion <br />Of thwarted visions <br /> <br />You are far <br />And your visage <br />Still saunters <br />Among the streets <br />Where I walk <br />Your vestiges - <br />I have plucked them <br />Out of reminiscences <br />And kept them in my <br />Sleeve <br /> <br />So that when <br />Another highfaluting <br />Noon-time shine <br />Occurs with you in it, <br />I will unsheathe <br />The traces <br />And display your visions <br />Like rain <br /> <br />So you’d remember <br />The antebellum <br />And how I fought <br />This war for long.<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/antebellum-5/
